Sixty Percent

I'm sixty percent an American

I'm sixty percent a man

That's what parity say I am

That's the law of the land

Now do I work sixty percent of each day?

Eat sixty percent of my meals?

And does my truck take me into town

On sixty percent of its wheels?

Now will my chicks be content to eat

Just sixty percent of their mash?

And will the middleman give my throat

Just sixty percent of a slash?

Now all you workers in city and town

I know your budget's a mess

But when you get to that last lousy buck

Remember I've forty cents less!