Something's wrong, man, when the boss, man, makes you beg for your own paycheck
With his sweaty chest and his cigarette breath, breathing right down your neck
Another fat face in the rat race, keeps feeding me do's and don't's
Well, it's the weekend so take your clock, stick it in and break if off, I got plans of my own

Tonight's there's beer that needs drinking, Merle Haggard that needs singing
A couple of boys that need to go ahead and fight, that's right
Beer cans that need stacking, pool balls that need racking
That's the only quota I'm meeting tonight
So, if you're with me, raise your glass, here's to the working class
Everybody else can just kiss my ass

Uncle Sam says pay your taxes, neighbors say mow your grass
Signs here and there, tell me when and where, I can smoke my damn cigarettes
So, if you think you need another piece of me, well, hunker down and pucker up
Put your rosy red lips on the lower hips, go on and get you some

Tonight's there's beer that needs drinking, Merle Haggard that needs singing
A couple of boys that need to go ahead and fight, that's right
Beer cans that need stacking, pool balls that need racking
That's the only quota I'm meeting tonight
So, if you're with me, raise your glass, here's to the working class
And everybody else can just kiss my ass

So, if you're with me, raise your glass, here's to the working class
Everybody else can just kiss my ass