Fifty-nine Cents Lyrics - Small Fred

High school daydreams come easy and free 

When you're a working woman whatcha gonna be? 

A senator, a surgeon, aim for the heights 

But the guidance office says lower your sights to 

CHORUS: 

Fifty-nine cents for every man's dollar 

Fifty-nine cents it's a lowdown deal 

Fifty-nine cents makes a grown woman holler 

They give you a diploma it's your paycheck they steal. 

She's off to college, the elite kind 

To polish her manners, sharpen her mind 

Honors in English, letter in lacrosse 

Types her to type for her favorite boss at 

CHORUS (They give you a degree...) 

Junior executive on her way up 

Special assistant to the man at the top 

She's one in a million and all she found 

Was her own secretary now to order around at 

CHORUS (They give you a title...) 

But the word is being processed in the typing pool 

A working woman ain't nobody's fool 

She's telling the boss on Secretary's Day 

You can keep your flowers, buddy, give me a raise more than 

Fifty-nine cents for every man's dollar 

Fifty-nine cents--oh, the deal has changed 

Fifty-nine cents makes a grown woman holler 

You can keep your flowers, buddy, give us a raise.