Lyrics

THE SUITS

VERSE You and me, we work our butts off
Every day we lay it on the line
Suits, they wack away on keyboards
Hack away our overtime.

VERSE Every day my take home's shrinking
Suit man's running up the tax
Uncle Sam mamm loves that suit man
Suit man's breaking our backs

CHORUS The suits, the suits
Nothin in the world they can't compute
So Jack be nimble, you better be quick
They're gonna keep you hanging Yeh, Yeh, Yeh
On the sharp, dark end of the stick.

VERSE Suits got little smiles and handshakes
And they gossip about the news
They come back late from their coffee breaks
Then begin to tighten the screws

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE We don't get ahead , no matter how hard we try
All we really want
Is our fair share
Of the American pie.

VERSE You and me, we choke down breakfast
Drink our coffee driving down the road
We're the people in the middle
And it's us who's packin the load.

REPEAT CHORUS

If you're not a suit or a suit man's son
Better party hearty 'fore the suitman comes.

When the suit man comes, you better run
You'll never be the same when the suit man's done.


Ray Palmer / Robert Copeland
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