Texty: Rolling Stones. Luxury.

I want a real fine car, fly Miami too
All the rum, I want to drink it, all the whiskey too
My woman need a new dress, my daughter got to go to school
I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company
I'm working so hard to keep you in the luxury

You can't call me lazy, on a seven day a week
Make a million for the Texans, twenty dollar me
Yes, I want a gold ring, riding in a limousine
I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company
I'm working so hard to keep you in the luxury

Now listen, I'm a proud man, not a beggar walking on the street
I'm working so hard, to keep you from the poverty
I'm working so hard to keep you in the luxury, oh yeah
I'm working so hard, I'm working so hard
Harder harder, working, working, working, working

I think it's such a strange thing, giving me concern
Half the world, it got nothing, the other, they've got money to burn
My woman need a new dress, my daughter got to go to school
I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company, oh yeah
I'm working so hard, oh yeah

Working on a Sunday in refinery
Make a million for the Texans, twenty dollar me
All the rum, I want to drink it, I got responsibility
I'm working so hard to keep you from the poverty, oh yeah
I'm working so hard, I'm working for the company, oh yeah
I'm working so hard, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Harder harder, harder harder, harder harder, harder harder