Every day is Monday
In the house up on the hill
Theyre taking out the windows
But were working up there still
Till the sun goes down
You can hear the wheels go round
And Ill slave away saving all I can
Till then Im workin, Im workin for the fat man
Looking out the window
As I dream my colored dreams
Swaying to the rhythm
Of the sound of the machines
Till the sun goes down
You can hear the wheels go round
Between you and me, Ive taken all I can
But Im still working, Im working for the fat man
Im never gonna work
Im never gonna work for that man again
But Im stuck on the line
Stuck on the line till Im sixty-five
Hey look out Jack, going to break your back
Things will fall and your bones will crack
Till they send you down
For a couple of years in shadow town
Living without breathing
Isnt everything it seems
Swaying to the rhythm
Of the sound of the machines
Till the sun goes down
You can hear the wheels go round
And Ill slave away saving all I can
Till then Im working, Im working for the fat man
Till then Im working, Im working for the fat man
Working for the Fatman