Johnny B Blue and Suzy Q?
Why they be plain ole folk like you
And me and all them others who
Live their lives and love them too.

    Plantation hands and peasants all;
    Laboring folks some boss would maul,
    Get chewed up, spit out, we'd best recall,
    Cause grandees always make them small.

Massas, pols, the upper crust
Grind these little folks to dust
For use in mobs and armies' thrust
To feed their bosses' bossy lust.

    High atop some pinnacle,
    The politick-hatchet cynical;
    They speak their lies quite clinical
        Which is quite clear and open
        Though little folk keep on hopin'
        Next time it won't be slipp'ry slopin'....

Johnny B Blue and Suzy Q?
They still be plain ole folk like you
And me and them others too;
From them those massas took, who

    Plan to steal yet more from you
    For that is what's in store, it's true,
    For Johnny B Blue and Suzy Q
    And me and you -- and you and you.