Born to a family
a family of workers
Born to a family
of honest workers
Then I came along
golden boy who belonged
And changed the system
of honest workers
I was square into the hole
there was something in my soul
What could I do
but follow the calling
What could I do
but follow this calling
When I was five years old
Asked when I'd be old
Did I have a plan
But I knew who I am
Born to a family
a family of workers
Born to a family
of honest workers
Then I came along
golden boy who belonged
And changed the system
of honest workers
I was square into the hole
there was something in my soul
What could I do
but follow the calling
What could I do
but follow this calling
When I was five years old
Asked when I'd be old
Did I have a plan
But I knew who I am
Born to a family