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Hey Mister
Betty Lapcevic

Intro
Listen Everybody, I got an Idea
I think we ought to write a letter to the congress of the United States and tell them what’s on our minds
Because we’re the richest country in the world and I just can’t understand why we got so many hungry people
You know I believe we ought to say something like this

Hey Mister, You Better Listen
Oh Mister, You Better Listen
Mama Got to wash the rich folk clothes
Just to keep the rich man from throwing us out the doors

Papa look for work with the morning sun
But tell me, how can you find a job when there just ain’t none
Hey legislation, If you can fix the nation
Why don’t you open up your heart and listen to this part

A little child ask for bread with tears in his eyes
Mama say we ain’t got none and then they both cry
Don’t you hear em I said Don’t you hear em Dammit Don’t you hear them

The World need love I know you admit it
What you doin to the poor man, lord knows you oughta quit it
How can he love you
Tell me how can he smile

When back at home there’s a hungry little child
Hey Legislation why don’t you try a new route
Listen to the people and hear what they’re talking bout

The Poor people know that they can’t impeach you
They just hoping that their cries will reach you
Don’t you hear em I said Don’t you hear em
Well then I feel sorry for you if you don’t Don’t you hear them
Many singers before me
Have sung this song
Trying to remind you to right this wrong
But what I’m wondering
If you ever understand
That rich or poor a man’s still a man

Hey legislation, when you start to fix the nation
Take a real good look at the present administration...and then

Stand up, wave it goodbye
Find someone who can hear the people cry
Lord knows you ought to hear them, I ain’t lying you better hear them, you better hear them something might go wrong

Hey Mister what you gonna do
People out here are trying to talk to you
You know we need help and we ain’t gonna wait
No don’t talk, get to doin before it’s too late
Foreign aid is well and good
But why don’t you give some of that money to the neighborhood
Can’t keep living down here in mud
And I know you’re sick and tired of looking at blood
Oh Mister, you better listen, Oh Mister, you better listen