The Specials — Maggies Farm

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I wake up in the morning Fold my hands and pray for rain I got a head full of ideas And they're driving me insane It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Well, he throws you a penny And he thinks he's so kind He asks you with a grin If you're having a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more Well, he puts his cigar Out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window It is made out of bricks The National Front stands behind closed doors I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, when she talks to all the servants About man and God and law Everybody says that She's the brains behind it all She's sixty-eight, but she says she's fifty-four I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I try my best To be just like I am But everybody wants you To be just like them They say sing while you slave and I just get bored I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more