Product of the Working Class (Grooved & Jammed) Songtext
von Little Angels

Anytime he really don′t mind
When he stopped and just stepped into the light
Even thought of shooting it as the cars go by
And even though he would get it wrong
He never got accused of a hit and run
Got a car
Got a girl
And just cruised on by

He's a product
A product of the working class
Yeah another product
So come one won′t you raise your glass
To another product
A product of the working class
He's just a product
Come one won't you raise your glass


Still looked like a stripped bore
Got caught up on a until the anger called home
They say he never cried
Or even as a kid just why
Got a caddy got a crawl on the land
He took himself away to the never, never land
Who′d have known he was real cool cat at a dogs paw wow

He′s a product
A product of the working class
Yeah another product
So come one won't you raise your glass
To another product
A product of the working class
He′s just a product
Come one won't you raise your glass

To dark to get himself a light
Got no call but had a real lucky time
Give it up
Give it up
Won′t you
Give give give
Give it up a little bit


He's a product
A product of the working class
Yeah another product
So come one won′t you raise your glass
To another product
A product of the working class
He's just a product
Come one won't you raise your glass