Fred Small - Fifty-Nine Cents lyrics

High school daydreams come easy and free When you're a working woman whatcha gonna be? A senator, a surgeon, aim for the heights But the guidance office says lower your sights to CHORUS: Fifty-nine cents for every man's dollar Fifty-nine cents it's a lowdown deal Fifty-nine cents makes a grown woman holler They give you a diploma it's your paycheck they steal. She's off to college, the elite kind To polish her manners, sharpen her mind Honors in English, letter in lacrosse Types her to type for her favorite boss at CHORUS (They give you a degree...) Junior executive on her way up Special a**istant to the man at the top She's one in a million and all she found Was her own secretary now to order around at CHORUS (They give you a title...) But the word is being processed in the typing pool A working woman ain't nobody's fool She's telling the boss on Secretary's Day You can keep your flowers, buddy, give me a raise more than Fifty-nine cents for every man's dollar Fifty-nine cents--oh, the deal has changed Fifty-nine cents makes a grown woman holler You can keep your flowers, buddy, give us a raise.