A Working Boy in a Graduation Gown

by Nick Jaina

that’s the room where we made love
I stop and click my ballpoint pen 
that machine they’re so proud of 
it takes the place of seven men

and you want a working boy
in a graduation gown
and you want a working boy
in a graduation gown
there’s no need to apologize
just treat him nicely please

in the ocean I held your hand
a miner’s daughter a Texas bride
at the club they fired the band
so I play my horn on the street outside

but you want a working boy
in a graduation gown
but you want a working boy
in a graduation gown
there’s no need to apologize
just treat him nicely please

© 2006 Nick Jaina