Give me back my job

I care nothing for the economic crisis 
I don't understand all the political analysis 
I don't sympathize with you and your mob 
I want you to give me back my job 

I've been working for many years 
Giving my blood, my sweat and tears 
I don't see why you would renege 
It's not my intention to beg 

As I did work, you've been making money 
Selling my power for milk and honey 
Why should I have mercy on you, Bob? 
I want you to give me back my job 

You made a fortune thanks to me 
And all my workmates, don't you see 
That without us you would be bloodless 
So it's just a matter of justice 

I don't care for your columns of figures 
I don't want to discuss with your lawyers 
I don't want your profit to grow, Bob 
I want you to give me back my job