Those Damned Blue-Collar Tweekers

I've seen them out at Soco
They're pounding sixteen penny nails
The truckers on the interstate
Have been known to ride the rails
Sweat is beating on the brow
Can't keep these fellows down
'Cause these damned blue-collared tweekers
They're runnin' this here town.

I knew a man who hung drywall
He hung it mighty quick
A trip or two to the blue room
Would help him do the trick
His foreman would pat him on the back
Whenever he would come around
'Cause these damned blue-collar tweekers
They're beloved in this town.

Now the union boys are there
To protect us from all the corporate type
While curious George's drug patrol
Is out here hunting snipe
Now they try to tell me different
But you know I ain't no clown
'Cause these damned blue-collar tweekers
They're the backbone of this town.

Now the flame that burns twice as bright
Burns only half as long
My eyes are growing weary
As I finalize this song
So sit back and have a cup o' joe
And watch the wheels go round
'Cause these damned blue-collar tweekers
They have always run this town.