Oh god it's eight o'clock,
Looks like I'm late again.
I brush my hair down,
I tuck my shirt in.
I take a taxicab
Which means no lunch again.
My boss is right there,
Waiting when I walk in.

He tells me one more time,
For any reason,
And I'll be on the street.

I get my paycheck:
Short for the rent again.
I put in fifty hours,
Take home one-hundred ten.
What's the boss take home
When he leaves at three?
I stay till six o'clock
Or whenever they're done with me.

I ride back burnin' up
On the subway;
He's air-conditioned on
The New England Thruway

Westchester County,
Westchester County,
Westchester County!

Can't stay out late tonight
Drinkin' whiskey;
Won't hear the clock alarm;
He would fire me.
He'd make a special trip
To the city.
He'd sit behind his desk
And pass the word on me.

Don't need you no more.
You had your warning.
Get your ass outta here;
We got a new guy waiting / out in the office.

(That's when I tell him)
I seen your big house
In the country.
I seen your three cars;
You cannot fool me.
Your kids got all they need;
They think its funny
I do the work for you, you get the money.
You get the money!
You get the money!

(modulate)
We will be there someday,
Westchester county.
We'll get your big house;
We'll get your family.
When the summer's hot
We'll post a bounty
For every place that's burned:
Westchester county.

Westchester County,
Westchester County,
Westchester County!

Westchester County,
Westchester County,
Westchester County!

Mike Enright, 1980