Sixty Percent

I’m sixty percent an American
I’m sixty percent a man
That’s what parity say I am
That’s the law of the land
Now do I work sixty percent of each day?
Eat sixty percent of my meals?
And does my truck take me into town
On sixty percent of its wheels?
Now will my chicks be content to eat
Just sixty percent of their mash?
And will the middleman give my throat
Just sixty percent of a slash?
Now all you workers in city and town
I know your budget’s a mess
But when you get to that last lousy buck
Remember I’ve forty cents less!