Private eyes - theme song.

We are poor working people Getting ulcers, running around Chicken feed is our reward Round deal is what we get The boss is ever ready to explode His barks are long, his face longer When we ask for a raise Brother, you’re in a treat Working like a dog Things keep on going wrong Why don’t we grab a gun and hold ’em up? At least making our effort worthwhile It’s tit for tat, tat for tit We are poor working people Slaves to money for life Our misery, it’s unspeakable The burden, unbearable Happiness is not ours to share Sufferings are ours to bear A little more is a little more, we care Go back to Chorus-coda