I really feel sorry for those on the street with little to wear and nothing to eat
I'd like to do something to help end their plight
Though I haven't a clue what to do tonight.
And it's not my job. I've got plenty to do.
What with house work and home work and bills that are due
Why, my nine-to-five barely keeps me alive besides it's not my job
There must be people we pay to insure that these poor souls not suffer discomfiture
Professional people know better than me
What to do with the poor urban refugee
See, it's not my job. I haven't the wisdom to try
My training's in business, not people, not I
I haven't the skill this task to fulfill so still, it's not my job.
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Who are these people anyway? Certainly no one I know
They don't live on my street. They're not that discreet
I'd never touch one, don't know where they've been
Though the way that we treat them is really a sin.
I really feel sorry for those on the street with little to wear and nothing to eat.
I'd like to do something but haven't the nerve
And secretly feel they get what they deserve.
So it's not my job. It's just that I'm not so inclined
It isn't my problem. I don't think I'd find
The right motivation to fix up the nation.
Oh well, it's not my job. It's just not my job.
It's just that it isn't my job. Thank God it's not my job!