Because I am a self-made man
    And forged alone my fate,
I hate their molly-coddle plan
    Their Economic State.
From out the lowest of the low,
    Aye, from the very ditch,
I've traded bitter blow for blow,
    - And now I'm rich.

Because no man has aided me
    In all I've been and done,
In battle for security
    I owe not any one.
Let all upstand as I upstood,
    With hand and heart and mind;
Let each make good as I made good,
     - His level to find.

Because I hate your Welfare State
    That breeds a weakling race,
I deem the days more truly great
    When brawn and brain had place;
When strong men strove to hold their own,
    And fought to win their way . . .
Social Security you prone,
    - The Hell!, I say!