I don't like hangin' out with a high dollar crowdnI ain't no socialite I'm a little too loudnI don't do garden parties sippin' hot teanDown in some honky tonk, brothernThat's the place for me nnA hard days livin' is all that I understandnWell, I owe my soul to MasterCardnI'm a blue collar man nnI bust my bottom every day eight to fivenI come home draggin' feelin' barely alivenThe kids are screamin', house is turned upside downnNeed a bulldozer just to find my way around nnDon't like caviar, we like our soup from a cannYeah, I keep my life simplenI'm a blue collar man nnDon't need computers handlin' my bank accountnBalance my checkbook there's a zero amountnFour-carat diamond's not on my lady's handnWe live a life rich folks could never understand nnI make my livin' with these two hard workin' handsnWon't ever be no millionairenI'm a blue collar man nnWon't ever be no millionairenI'm a blue collar mannI'm a blue collar mannI'm a blue collar man