Crasses et Voluptés

In a chevy coupe we cruised and schemed

To rule the world thru rock and roll

And laughed till our sides ached at what we saw

And hoped wed live before we got old.

Back in the day when dogs could talk

Dropped plenty acid, listened to coltrane

Pissed off our parents, angered the police

With guns and guitars both loud and profane.

This goes out to all the people that make their money

By the sweat of their brow

This goes out to all my blue collar workers,

All my loading dock workers,

All my carpenters, my plumbers,

My assembly line workers, my united auto workers,

Postal workers, city sanitation men,

Cab drivers, bartenders, waitresses,

All my state and federal employees,

My food service workers, gardeners,

Day laborers, tool and die workers,

Auto mechanics, child care workers,

Musicians and road crews,

Youre the salt of the earth,

And i love you.

You are somebody.