People shouting Throwing things at me Telling me I can't drive through The gates of my own factory My own factory My own factory My father put it here Built it with his own hands So if I can't give you work No one else can No one else can If things had worked out The way I hoped they would You'd be grateful to me And I'd treat you like I think I should Like I think I should There'd be more holidays And I'd be kinder than I seem now At Christmas I'd pay for everyone To have themselves a good time Have a good time So you need to understand I'm not the kind you think I am I'm not the kind of man No, no, no, no, no I'm a good man I'm a good man They're making trouble here Right along the line Doing it for years now Giving us all a bad time Giving us a bad time It's the same ones You should get rid of them Come and talk to me Tell me all your problems What are your problems You need to understand I'm not the kind you think I am I'm not the kind of man No, no, no, no, no I'm a good man I'm a good man