Mhux se naħdem aktar fir-razzett ta’ Maggie
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning, hold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane
Hija tal-mistħija l-mod kif iġiegħli noħroġ l-art
Mhux se naħdem aktar fir-razzett ta’ Maggie
Mhux se naħdem aktar għal ħu Maggie
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
Well he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin if you’re having a good time
Imbagħad jimmultak kull darba li slam il-bieb
Mhux se naħdem aktar għal ħu Maggie
Mhux se naħdem aktar għall-pa ta’ Maggie
Mhux se naħdem aktar għall-pa ta’ Maggie
Well he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Mhux se naħdem aktar għall-pa ta’ Maggie
Mhux se naħdem għall-ma ta’ Maggie mhux aktar
Mhux se naħdem għall-ma ta’ Maggie mhux aktar
Well she talks to all the servants about man and God and law
Everybody says she’s the brains behind Pa
She’s sixty-eight, but she says she’s fifty-four
Mhux se naħdem għall-ma ta’ Maggie mhux aktar
Mhux se naħdem aktar fir-razzett ta’ Maggie
Mhux se naħdem aktar fir-razzett ta’ Maggie
Well I try my best to be just like I am
But everybody wants you to be just like them
They say sing while you slave, but I just get bored
Mhux se naħdem aktar fir-razzett ta’ Maggie