A Labor Day Message (From Randy Newman):
Appropriately for this day and age, this is from the album Good Ole Boys. It's called "Mr. President (Have Pity on the Working Man)":

We've taken all you've given
But it's gettin' hard to make a livin'
Mr. President have pity on the working man

We're not asking you to love us
You may place yourself high above us
Mr. President have pity on the working man

I know it may sound funny
But people ev'ry where are runnin' out of money
We just can't make it by ourself

It is cold and the wind is blowing
We need something to keep us gong
Mr. President have pity on the working man

Maybe you've cheated
Maybe you've lied
Maybe you have lost your mind
Maybe you're only thinking 'bout yourself

Too late to run. Too late to cry now
The time has come for us to say good-bye now
Mr. President have pity on the working man
Mr. President have pity on the working man

Let us now visits our Marts of Wal, our Malls of America and Americans, and our fast food feed troughs. Let us bask in our oh-so-deserving middle classness and salute those whose labor makes this day such a joy. Or just go down on the needy genitals of a hard-laboring construction worker or waitress. "Mr. President" may have no pity, but the rest of us can offer tender mercies.

(An earlier version of this post had the wrong album title. It has been corrected. Thanks to astute rude reader Kevin B.)