Dear Mr. President
I live in the suburbs
It´s a long way from Washington, D.C.
Had me a job
Working for wages
And they forgot about me
Can´t draw unemployment
For some unknown reason
My kids are hungry
I´ve got four mouths to feed
I go out everyday lookin´ for siutable
employment
Do you think, there´s something
You could do for me
Cause I´m
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Down and out, here in paradise
Down and out, and i´m on my knees
I´m down and out, here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me
Dear Mr. President
I used to be a dancer
Got a little bit too old
So i became a secretary
Married as man
In Las Vegas, Nevada
And ten years later
He run out on the kids and me
Some said, I was pretty
But those days are over
Now, I´ve no place to live
And i´m out on the streets
Oh, Mr. President
Can I tell you a secret
I never ever thought, that this could
Happen to me
Cause I´m
CHORUS:
Down and out, here in paradise,
Down and out, and i´m on my knees
I´m down and out, here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me
Dear Mr. President
I´m just a young kid
I´m in the fourth grade
At riley elementary
My Mom and Dad´s been actin´ funny
I´m not sure
If it ain´t got someting to do with me
My Daddy´s always drunk
My Mom´s a babysitter
And I don´t like the Russians
Cause I hear, they hate me
Dear Mr. President
Can I ask you one question?
When the bombs fall down
Will they hurt everyone in my family
Yeah, yeah
CHORUS:
Down and out, here in paradise
Down and out, and i´m on my knees
I´m down and out, here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me
