Hey Mister Ray Charles

[Intro]

Oh, listen, everybody, I got an idea

I think we oughta write a letter to the Congress of the United States

And tell 'em what’s on our minds

Because we're the richest country in the world

And I just can't understand why we got so many hungry people

You know, I believe we oughta say something like this

[Verse 1]

Hey mister, you better listen

Well, mister, you better listen

Mama got to wash the rich folk clothes

Just to keep the rent man from throwing us out the doors

Papa look for work with the morning sun

But tell me, how can you find a job when there just ain’t none?

[Bridge]

Now, hey legislation, if you can fix the nation, huh

Why don't you open up your hearts and listen to this part

Wait a minute

A little child asked for bread with tears in his eyes

Mama said, "We ain't got none," and then they both cried

Don't you hear 'em? I said don't you hear 'em?

Damn it, don't you hear ’em?

Well then, what the hell is wrong with you then? Huh

Listen