Hank and Hymie, unemployed   Laid off in La Verkin   Stood in line to get the dole   Because they were not workin'      Hank was first up to the desk   The clerk began his query   "What was your last job?" he asked   "And why d'you look so weary?"      You'd look weary, too, my friend   And both your hands be hurtin   If elastic into women's drawers   You'd spent your life insertin'      The clerk began to check his list   Insertion of elastic   Two hundred bucks a week you'll get   Hank said, "That's fantastic"      Now Hymie's turn, he stepped right up   A mild case of jitters   When asked about his last employ   With pride said "Diesel Fitter"      Diesel fitter, here we go   It says four hundred dollars   Hymie blushed, his face aglow   But Hank began to holler      This isn't fair, for forty years   I stood right there beside him   So why should he get twice as much   For doing much what I did      The clerk said I thought you put rubber bands   Inside the undies   And he fit diesels all that time   How's that the same, I'm wondering?      Well, I'd insert those stretchy straps   Hard work, but I'm no quitter   Then I'd hand the shorts to Hymie, he'd say   "Dese'll fit her"