good morning george

Good morning, George, how are you?
I hope you're feeling fine.
I'd love to stay and talk
But it's almost eight o'clock
And I haven't got the time
(See you later!)
Because we work real hard at the cider factory
We start at eight, and we don't get lunch till three
I've gotta drive this truck
To make a buck
'Cause it's no longer just in the family
Well, young filly, you're in trouble
Your time card is a wreck
It's almost two past eight
I'll tell my brother that you're late
And he'll take it from your check
(But that's not fair!)
Nopony cares about you at the cider factory
It's still ours, even if our name ain't on the deed
We won it fair and square
So we don't care
You should be happy we didn't kick out your family
We used to be so happy
I used to fly all day
But now we have no time to play
'Cause we gotta work all day
And it isn't very fun
I'm Dash
I'm Scoots
I'm Pinkie
We work here at the plant
We'd like to take a break
Or make our great escape
But Flim and Flam, they say
"You can't! Ha!"
We all would like our freedom
Like how it used to be
But if one of us were free,
We'd have no one with whom to be
So it's best to stay right here
Because we work real hard at the cider factory
We start at 8, and we don't get lunch 'til 3
We work the whole week through
Just so we can make a bit or two
So, we can............
(I DON'T BUCKING KNOW. I DID A LITTLE RESEARCH BEFORE ALL THIS STARTED, AND I JUST WANT TO SAY: HUMANS DON'T HAVE THESE ISSUES. THEY HAVE LABOR LAWS! THIS EQUATES TO WHAT THEY CALL SLAVERY! BUCK YOU, FLIM! BUCK YOU, FLAM! YOU SINGLE-HOOFEDLY RUINED THE ONCE GREAT TOWN OF PONYVILLE)
Take her away!
Someday, we'll find a loophole
Someday, we'll all be free
We hope that day will soon be near
But for now, you'll find us here
At the Flim Flam Brothers Cider Factory