“What Ever Happened to the Eight-Hour Day?”
Lyrics: Anne Feeney.
Tune: Anne Feeney.
I was a welder, pulling down forty-thou’.
For all I know, that job’s in Pakistan now.
And I’m out workin’ for that minimum wage
And wondering what ever happened to the eight-hour day?
What ever happened to the eight-hour day?
Who feeds the family no on one person’s pay?
I can’t take much more; I just got one thing to say:
What ever happened to the eight-hour day?
You got no time for the house, no time for the kids.
That eighty-hour week can put your life on the skids.
I can’t take much more; I just got one thing to say:
What ever happened to the eight-hour day?
What ever happened to the eight-hour day?
Who feeds the family no on one person’s pay?
I can’t take much more; I just got one thing to say:
What ever happened to the eight-hour day?
The companies keep tellin’ us we want too much.
I see all of them still got that Midas touch.
Oh, the economy’s boomin’; yeah, that’s what they say.
It’s ’cause I work twice as hard to take home half of the pay.
What ever happened to the eight-hour day?
Who feeds the family no on one person’s pay?
I can’t take much more; I just got one thing to say:
What ever happened to the eight-hour day?
The kids need attention, the house is a mess,
Our marriage is bucklin’ from all of this stress.
There’s only one thing gonna take it away.
Tell me, what ever happened to the eight-hour day?
What ever happened to the eight-hour day?
Who feeds the family no on one person’s pay?
I can’t take much more; I just got one thing to say:
What ever happened to the eight-hour day?
Remember when one job would pay all the bills?
Remember good jobs that demanded some skills?
If this globalization is great like they say, tell me,
What ever happened to the eight-hour day?
Oh, what ever happened to the eight-hour day?
Can’t feed a family on one person’s pay.
I’m fed up to here; I just got one thing to say:
What ever happened to the eight-hour day?