The assembly plant moved to Mexico   The domestic sales started getting slow   But the bills kept pouring in me   And Beck took it on the chin      And the day the landlord threw us out   Becky she threw in the towel   She had enough at last   Of these modern grapes of wrath      Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't   Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't   You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both   With a sign that reads will work for food   And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire   Where's the pot of gold for a street man named desire      It seems like a million years ago   I faced each day full of hope   Honest labor with my hands   Making a livin', making plans      Well, I never was much at drinking before   But these days its all that   Keeps me warm   Its still hard to believe   This could ever happen to me      Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't   Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't   You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both   With a sign that reads will work for food   And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire   Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire      Saddam Hussein still has a job but I don't   Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't   You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both   With a sign that reads will work for food   And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire   Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire      The President still has a job but I don't   Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't   You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both   With a sign that reads will work for food      And later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire   Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire   Where's the pot of gold for a street man named Desire