Maggies Farm by The Specials Lyrics

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
And they're driving me insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he throws you a penny
And he thinks he's so kind
He asks you with a grin
If you're having a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother more

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Front stands behind closed doors
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, when she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says that
She's the brains behind it all
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-four
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They say sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more