Employers please listen to
Night and day I'm walking the streets
Nothing to eat and nowhere to sleep
So kind -hearted employers,
I'm not asking for social equality,
to rank with the rich in their company,
to drive around New York in their motorcars,
or to go to their penthouses
All I want is a job with a decent wage
To exist now and provide for all age
So kind hearted employers,
From the day when I began to sing
My mother told me I'll be a king
She spoke to me confidentially,
saying the older you get,
And when you sing all the minor psalms,
it will cause trials and a sensation
So kind -hearted employers,
The reason why I'm appealing to you,
I've got a wife, four children,
They reside in the West Indies
Friends, many days I feel I can die,
I feel like committing suicide
So, kind -hearted employers,
I'm not the crooner, Rudy Fally,
or the songbird, Mr. Bing Crosby.
People, I want you to understand,
I am not Guy Lombardo to call White Man.
This is plain Papa Houdini,
the Calypso King of the West Indy
And every man was born to be free
and to be happy from suppression
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