Joe Bloggs is his name and works his game.
Nice man, quiet and plain.
Gets on with his work and pays his way.
Higher rate of tax because
his single, but he doesn't complain.
Year after year he works so hard,
Seems to get nowhere
as his tax goes up again,
But he doesn't complain.
He's kind of got his own house
under a wonderful housing scheme,
Though his area has turned
into a ghetto it would seem.
No wife for him, unlucky in love,
just the odd smile from a stranger
now and again.
But he doesn't complain.
Got a nice little simple motor,
his pride and joy.
Doesn't know what he would do without it,
now all the shops have gone.
Year after year he works hard,
he never complains.
Then it comes to his retirement day.
Gets home from work that day
with nothing but a plain handshake.
54 years down the drain,
yet he still doesn't complain.
He gets out of his car and
feels some pain; local youths decide
he's their payment day.
They beat him up and leave him lying there,
smash up his car so he won't call the cops.
Picks himself up and phones the police.
They can't get out to him
'they are busy you know'.
He takes a taxi to the hospital
to get stitched up,
As soon as he's in he's out
'they are busy you know'.
Still he doesn't complain.
He's now back at home,
a great 65th he thinks.
Day after day the pain gets worse,
then realises he's scared.
He can't afford the bills
because his pension isn't worth nowt.
All them years he never took out,
now he needs he can't have nowt.
It all seems so unfair it makes him sad.
Reality starts to decay this great man
who never complained.
Scared to go out,
his pride and joy decayed.
To cold to stay in,
infections start to rave.
Tragically no cruises or beaches
for Mr Joe Bloggs.
Just a wooden box,
but people say at least he didn't complain.
So when these ministers pat each
others backs and say well done,
They mean for robbing another old sap after all he has done.
They award each other these titles like Lords or Sirs.
Why is it they never think of Joe Bloggs.
Joe Bloggs paid for these people
and their criminal ways.
I leave on this note that never
should you be afraid to complain.
Hit them hard and fast and
maybe they will call you a noble lad.
They may even remember who pays their ways and help all us people who are simple and plain.
