I got up this morning to my clock made in China,
I put on my pants made in Malaysia,
my shirt from India and shoes from Korea,
I began brewing in my European coffee pot,
set my watch which is made in China,
and got into my car made in Canada and Mexico,
while I look for a job in America.
After driving all over town for the day,
burning a tank of gas made from Saudi Oil.
I went back to my Mexican labor built home and asked myself…
Why can’t I find a job here in America?