by Don Franks
Twenty dollars! Well I suppose its something ay
We all could go on the town one night and share a small entree
Or two or three of us could have a nice latte
Stop talking shit you know we never spend that way
Twenty bucks gets heaps of extra bread
The cheap white sort that drops into your guts like lead
Not enough to buy some smokes
But you can always get them cheaper from, you know, those blokes.
Grandpa said the unions should help us
Unions? What are they? Anyhow, that increase doesn’t come today
It’s more than five and a half months away
So what do we do till then, pray?
Yeah, could do, and steal stuff
No? alright then, you tell me another realistic way