Texty: Fitz & the Tantrums. Pickin' Up The Pieces. Dear Mr. President.

Hey, woo
Hey, woo

Broken man and his wife
With a child, ain't got no hope
Outta work, outta time
Old man winter's comin' on

One meal ain't enough for three
Is this the way it's supposed to be?
Daddy just walked out
Mama raisin' family

Hey, put your foot down
And take a look round
Don't like what you see
No, no, no, no, no, no

Hey, put your foot down
And take a look round
Don't like what you see
No, no, no, no, no, no

Hey, woo
Hey, woo

Get in line, there's no jobs
And the kids are shootin' dope
Outta work, outta time
Mama's startin' to lose hope, hope

It ain't enough to pray
When you got no place to stay
Daddy just walked out
Mama raisin' family

Hey, put your foot down
And take a look round
Don't like what you see
No, no, no, no, no, no

Hey, put your foot down
And take a look round
Don't like what you see
No, no, no

Dear Mr. President, there is trouble on the streets
Now is the time and the test we must meet
Dear Mr. President, take a look around
Please, Mr. President, put your foot down
No, no, no

Hey, woo
Hey, woo