The Specials (Special AKA)

The Specials (Special AKA) - Maggie's Farm songtekst

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I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
Well I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray 
for rain 
I've got a head full of ideas, and they're driving me 
insane 
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor 
I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
I 'aint gonna work for Maggie's brother no more 
I 'aint gonna work for Maggie's brother no more 
Well he throws you a penny, and thinks that he's so 
kind 
He ask's you with a grin if you are having a good time 
But he finds you every time you slam the door 
I 'aint gonna work for Maggie's brother no more 
I 'aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no more 
I 'aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no more 
Well he put's his cigar out in your face just for 
kick's 
His bedroom window it is made out of bricks 
And National Front stands behind closed doors 
I 'aint gonna work for Maggie's pa no more 
I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
Well she talks to all the servant's about man and God 
and law 
Everybody says that she's the brains behind it all 
She's 68 but she says she's 54 
I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more 
Well I tried my best to be just like I am 
But everybody wants you to be just like them 
They say 'Sing while you slave' and I just get poor 
I 'aint gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
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