Johnny B Blue and Suzy Q

Johnny B Blue and Suzy Q?

Why they be plain ole folk like you

And me and all them others who

Live their lives and love them too.

Plantation hands and peasants all;

Laboring folks some boss would maul,

Get chewed up, spit out, we'd best recall,

Cause grandees always make them small.

Massas, pols, the upper crust

Grind these little folks to dust

For use in mobs and armies' thrust

To feed their bosses' bossy lust.

High atop some pinnacle,

The politick-hatchet cynical;

They speak their lies quite clinical

Which is quite clear and open

Though little folk keep on hopin'

Next time it won't be slipp'ry slopin'....

Johnny B Blue and Suzy Q?

They still be plain ole folk like you

And me and them others too;

From them those massas took, who

Plan to steal yet more from you

For that is what's in store, it's true,

For Johnny B Blue and Suzy Q

And me and you -- and you and you.