Keep that job and love it,
There ain't much work anymore
Unemployment's high, economy's rough, and
Folks are livin' poor
Eight hours a day, that's forty a week,
And the wolf's not at your door,
Keep that job and love it
There ain't much work anymore

You may work as a trash collector,
Dumpin' half drank beers
But you're family's survivin',
Sheltered when the wind blows fierce
It's bad out there, a lot a' hurtin' folks,
Who're poundin' pavement, feelin' gray..
From San Francisco to Hackensack
Most would die to work your way..

Keep that job and love it,
If you're clerkin' in a store
There are worse rows to hoe
For a lotta' good people,
And lay offs by the score..
Sure, you don't like the boss,
Tough grind and small pay,
But the wolf's not at your door
Keep that job and love it
There ain't much work anymore

You could be drudgin' as a fry chef,
For basic minimum
Not one slim chance for advancement,
Attitudes from some
Just pilin' buns, and flippin' pickle chips,
Till you're wantin' to run away
But, return those smiley faces,
Heed that voice you hear say..

Keep this job and love it,
There ain't many anymore
Pays the rent and the bills,
Keeps the kids out a' trouble,
Groc'ries from the store
You won't make a mint,
Gonna' turn you gray,
But, no wolf's at the door,
Keep your job and love it
There ain't much work anymore

Keep that job and love it...