Well, Well, Well Lyrics

Young Canadians Well, Well, Well

Well, well, well
I don't have too much to say
About the people I step over
On my way to work
Each and every day

I watch the group up the street
The great unwashed
They really bug me
Yeah, they really bug me

I got a job
I work in a bank
Near Hastings and Main
Cashing cheques for the slaves

And then they walk up the street
Give their money back to me
The Bank of BC
The Bank of BC

Well, I don't care
I'm just in training
For a manager's shift
In the Central Interior

Some sticky little town
With a Chinese teller
I think I'm gonna tell her
All the things I'm gonna tell her