Harry Bogen. How You Doing? lyrics

[HARRY BOGEN, spoken]
Harry Bogen, how ya doin'?
That was me then, this is me now
And what I am now is a shipping clerk
Which is frankly not that different from what I was then
I push racks of dresses around ten square blocks of charmless real estate in Manhattan called the Garment District
I do this twelve hours a day, six days a week
In exchange for which, I am paid the munificent sum
Of fifteen bucks
Except not for the last two weeks
'Cause my fellow shipping clerks and I have been on strike
No work, no pay
This room I'm in now is a waiting room
One way or another, the waiting is about to end