Some clichty folks
dont know the facts,
posin and preenin
and puttin on acts,
stret their backs.
They move into dos
up over the ranks,
pawn their souls
to the local banks.
Buying big cars
they t afford,
ridin around town
a bored.
If they want to learn how to live life right
they ought to study me on Saturday night.
My job at the plant
aint the biggest bet,
but I pay my bills
and stay out of debt.
I get my hair done
for my own selfs sake,
so I dont have to pick
and I dont have to rake.
Take the church money out
and head cross town
to my friend girls house
where we plan our round.
We meet our men and go to a joint
where the music is blue
and to the point.
Folks write about me.
They just t see
how I work all week
at the factory.
The spruced up
and laugh and dance
And turn away from worry
with sassy glance.
They accuse me of livin
from day to day,
but who are they kiddin?
So are they.
My life aint heaven
but it sure aint hell.
Im not on top
but I call it swell
if Im able to work
a paid right
and have the luck to be Black
on a Saturday night.