There's a hungry little mother that lives in a shack Spitting distance from the capitol, down by the tracks The limos drive five blocks out of their way Because seeing that stuff just spoils their day Crank up the noise Rock with the boys Come on, jam with the band Blow the horn o plenty You know the doctors and the rockers and the heads of state Are all feeding their egos at a million a plate Another worthy cause, we stoop so low While the grain sits rotting in the big silo Crank up the noise Rock with the boys Come on, jam with the band Blow the horn o plenty Well, I went to bed drunk and I woke up married I slept through church and I woke up buried Stay on your guard, don't even blink They'll rob you blind in the quick of a wink Wink wink wink Now if I become a rich man, how much will I give How much will I keep, be like the other half lives We could fill the Grand Canyon with good intentions we got But the gap's that wide between the haves and have-nots Crank up the noise Rock with the boys Come on, jam with the band Blow the horn o plenty