i work hard for my money

‘I work hard for my money’
The sleeping beauty croons
In the year of the Rat
He will fair badly

When he wakes after a long slumber
He thinks he has people support
Sleeping on his job
Declaring so many corridors
Benefiting his own people
Only the crumbs fall to the rest

‘I work hard for my money’
He brands it his campaigns
Unity in the cluster of bamboos
It is the hidden sword that derails it all
O yeah he sings his song!
‘I work hard for my money’

Till the tail end
He hears his snoring
The encore of his sleeping
He can’t hide; he has no eyes to see
He knows he sleeps through his job
Now he sings
‘I work hard for my money’
Weakly putting up a strong face
People know
He can’t fool them again