Cool breezes from the mountains blow
As I wake up and dress to go
On the island, dawn is breaking
In the harbor, tanker's waiting
From the land of the rising sun
They bring their old plutonium
And we unload it in the bay
For two dollars forty cents a day
Do you want my
Do you want my
Do you want my
Do you want my job
I hump the stuff, I take the cash
So my kids can wear Adidas
And if you live here, home, you know
We ain't got no place else to go
I remember when the air was sweet
And I brought home the fish to eat
Now we buy Spam from the grocery store
'Cause you can't eat the fish no more.
Do you want my
Do you want my
Do you want my
Do you want my job
As I wake up and dress to go
On the island, dawn is breaking
In the harbor, tanker's waiting
From the land of the rising sun
They bring their old plutonium
And we unload it in the bay
For two dollars forty cents a day
Do you want my
Do you want my
Do you want my
Do you want my job
I hump the stuff, I take the cash
So my kids can wear Adidas
And if you live here, home, you know
We ain't got no place else to go
I remember when the air was sweet
And I brought home the fish to eat
Now we buy Spam from the grocery store
'Cause you can't eat the fish no more.
Do you want my
Do you want my
Do you want my
Do you want my job
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
Genre−
Rank−
Duration00:05:36
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Copyright ©Wixen Music Publishing, Words & Music A Div Of Big Deal Music, Universal Music Publishing Group
WriterRy Cooder, John Hiatt, Jim Keltner, Nick Lowe
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
AddedNovember 5th, 2013
Last updatedMarch 5th, 2022
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