Israelites
I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me, Israelites
I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor (me poor) me, Israelites
And my wife and my kids they packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I'm yours to be seen
Poor (me poor, me poor, me poor) me, Israelites
Poor me, Israelites
Yes, so poor, poor me, Israelites
Who am I working for?
Who am I working for?
Well, shirt them a tear-up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor (me poor, me poor) me, Israelites
And after a storm there must be a calm
They catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Poor (poor me) me, Israelites
Yeah, I'm so poor me, Israelites
Yeah, yeah, poor me, Israelites, yeah, I'm so poor
Poor me, Israelites, yeah, I'm so poor
Poor me, Israelites, yeah, yeah
Poor me, Israelites
I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed (poor me, Israelites)
My wife and my kids they packed up and leave me (poor me, Israelites)
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen (poor me, Israelites)
Poor me, Israelites
Poor me, Israelites
Yeah, I'm so poor me (poor me, Israelites)
Poor me, Israelites
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me, Israelites
I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor (me poor) me, Israelites
And my wife and my kids they packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I'm yours to be seen
Poor (me poor, me poor, me poor) me, Israelites
Poor me, Israelites
Yes, so poor, poor me, Israelites
Who am I working for?
Who am I working for?
Well, shirt them a tear-up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor (me poor, me poor) me, Israelites
And after a storm there must be a calm
They catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Poor (poor me) me, Israelites
Yeah, I'm so poor me, Israelites
Yeah, yeah, poor me, Israelites, yeah, I'm so poor
Poor me, Israelites, yeah, I'm so poor
Poor me, Israelites, yeah, yeah
Poor me, Israelites
I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed (poor me, Israelites)
My wife and my kids they packed up and leave me (poor me, Israelites)
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen (poor me, Israelites)
Poor me, Israelites
Poor me, Israelites
Yeah, I'm so poor me (poor me, Israelites)
Poor me, Israelites
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Writer(s): Desmond Dekker
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