Young Fred

He's applied for work in factories and buildings And every time the bosses turn him down And all because he's poorly educated And he comes from the wrong side of the town. Or because the job interviewer did not like his manner And he did not do well in the interview To get that job you must appear to grovel And answer yes sir, no sir and thank you. The holes he has in his jeans tell against him To get that job you must be looking neat When jobs are scarce and there's so many job seekers You must dress conservative to compete. They never comment on your dress or manners These bosses in a sly way act polite They always say you don't call us we will call you Or for this job you somehow don't seem right. He's from the wrong side of the town young Freddy His suburb is known as a den of crime A place of welfare and high unemployment And his search for work has been a waste of time. For his address to employers is a no no People from such places they won't employ They always say you don't suit the position But good of you just the same to apply. As a job seeker his address is against him He may find work if he moved to elsewhere But he can't afford that or to buy better clothing All in this life is totally not fair. And whoever said in God's eyes we all are equal Must only have been speaking of the dead For in human life equality doesn't exist You only have to ask one like young Fred.