Every morning, the rooster

Flaps his wings and begins to crow

Cos he's telling the working man

"Hey, come on, boys, it's time to go"

God help the working man

God help the working man

God help the working man

God help the working man, ah, no

I keep on working but I never win

An extra penny for my future, no, whoa, no

In half-past seven in factories

Using all of that muscle and brain

Giving everything that we have

Hey, all for someone else's gain

God help the working man

God help the working man

God help the working man

God hеlp the working man, oh

I keep on working but I never win

An еxtra penny for my future, no, whoa, no

Suffers and your depressions

If you side with your bosses somewhere

If he tells you he wants a share

You do it but with one of your laws

God help the working man

God help the working man

God help the working man

God help the working man, oh no no

I keep on working but I never win

An extra penny for my future, no, whoa, no