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Roger Miller

Here is a song with consistent rhyming.  It gives a whole new meaning to the word alliteration. The lyrics would also appeal to people who have the sky is the limit dreams.  Video below lyrics.

Big Time Operator by Keith Hampshire.

I started off a newsboy on a paper

 For a time I worked in an elevator

 But all the time I knew that later I would be a higher rater Finally, a big time operator
For a while I drove an excavator (yes I did)

 Then I became a wine and brandy waiter

 A builder, then a decorator

 Later on, an estimator

 I’m gonna be a big time operator
(Oh ya got to believe in me)
I took a job as an airline navigator

 Then I became a crime investigator (yes I did)

 For a time, a commentator

  Then I was an administrator

 I’m gonna be a big time operator (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Well dont you know I’m gonna be in the big time baby

 A big time operator

 I’ll have a whole lotta people workin’ for me

 Gonna have a chauffeur

 An upstairs maid

 Big limousine

 Racing sports car

  50 foot yacht

 Race horses
I’m gonna give new meaning to the word ‘big’ A big time operator now now

Shane Patrick Lysaght MacGowan (25 December 1957 – 30 November 2023) was an English-born Irish singer-songwriter, musician and poet, best known as the lead vocalist and primary lyricist of Celtic punk band the Pogues. He also produced solo material and collaborated with artists including Joe Strummer, Nick Cave, Steve Earle, Sinéad O’Connor, Ronnie Drew, and Cruachan. Frequently noted for his exceptional songwriting ability, MacGowan was described by The New York Times as “a master songsmith whose lyrics painted vivid portraits of the underbelly of Irish immigrant life.”

The kingdom is ransacked, the jewels all taken back and the chopper descends
They’re hidden in the back, with a message on a half-baked tape with the spool going round
Saying I’m back here in this place and I could cry and there’s smoke you could click on

What are we going to do now?

Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?
‘Cause working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you
When we’re working for the clampdown

We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers

The judge said five to ten but I say double that again
I’m not working for the clampdown
No man born with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown

Kick over the wall ’cause government’s to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
Do you know that you can use it?

The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time, there’s nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you

The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don’t owe nothing, so boy, get running
It’s the best years of your life they want to steal

But you grow up and you calm down
And you’re working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown
And you’re working for the clampdown

So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize

Make your first kill now

In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
For working for the clampdown

Hah, get along, get along
Working for the clampdown
Hah, get along, get along
Working for the clampdown

Yeah, I’m working hard in Harrisburg
Working hard in Petersburg
Working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown
Hah, get along, get along

Begging to be melted down
Get along, get along
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