The assembly plant moved to Mexico The domestic sales started getting slow But the bills kept pouring in me And Beck took it on the chin And the day the landlord threw us out Becky she threw in the towel She had enough at last Of these modern grapes of wrath Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both With a sign that reads will work for food And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire Where's the pot of gold for a street man named desire It seems like a million years ago I faced each day full of hope Honest labor with my hands Making a livin', making plans Well, I never was much at drinking before But these days its all that Keeps me warm Its still hard to believe This could ever happen to me Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both With a sign that reads will work for food And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both With a sign that reads will work for food And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire The President still has a job but I don't Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both With a sign that reads will work for food And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire