I'm up each day
with the rising sun
I've got a job
and it must be done
I leave for work
feeling good
'Cos you're on my mind
Each thought of you
helps me pass the time
I'm a poor man's son
Push, push and I'm
working with a smile
Just loving you
makes it all worthwhile
I'll get my pay like the rest
when the week is through
Gonna buy you something
that pleases you
I'm a poor man's son
No man, rich or poor
could ever
love you anymore
I work my hands
baby to the bone
This boss of mine
never lets me go
I'm working hard everyday
for the things we plan
I love you so
'cos you understand
I'm a poor man's son
That's why I'm up everyday
with the rising sun
I've got this job
and it will be done
I'm a poor man's son
I'm a poor man's son
I'm a poor man's son
I'm a poor man's son...