Letras:
Barbra Streisand Pins And Needles

to where you're bound And you'll be found Doing the reactionary All the best dictators do it Millionaires keep steppin' to it The Four Hundred love to sing it Ford and

won, back to work we go! CHORUS: Yeah! Back to work again! Back to work for us! JOE: We gave a little, and we took a little. We gave and we took-- It

Teacher! Yes, Teacher! Are you ready to learn what History has to say? -Yes, Teacher! Yes, Teacher! Then take your books and follow me to 1776 AD And

hungry days and sighing What good is love? If life's just a race To keep your heart from crying Let the poet sing of skies above And endless love And

: I'm tired of moon-songs of star and of June songs, They simply make me nap And ditties romantic drive me nearly frantic I think they're all full of

to where you're bound And you'll be found Doing the reactionary All the best dictators do it Millionaires keep steppin' to it The Four Hundred love to sing it Ford and

me. I use Ovaltine and Listerine, Barbasol and Musterole Life Buoy soap and Flit, So why ain't I got it? I use Coca Cola and Marmola, Crisco, Lesco and Mazola, Ex-lax and

And putting the mere into miracle It must be packed with social fact or I won't love you Sing me of kings and conf'rences martial Tell me of mills and

not cricket Atrocious and gauche you know to picket Go home and starve like gentlemen Not like a noisy brood Real ladies never make a fuss Though they like clothes and food And