I don't like hangin' out with a high dollar crowd
I ain't no socialite I'm a little too loud
A hard days livin' is all that I understand
Well, I owe my soul to MasterCard
I'm a blue collar man
I bust my bottom every day eight to five
I come home draggin' feelin' barely alive
Don't like caviar, we like our soup from a can
Yeah, I keep my life simple
I'm a blue collar man
Don't need computers handlin' my bank account
Balance my checkbook there's a zero amount
I make my livin' with these two hard workin' hands
Won't ever be no millionaire
I'm a blue collar man
Ending
Won't ever be no millionaire
I'm a blue collar man
blue collar, blue collar man
I'm a blue collar man