Cantopop: Sam Hui

Once upon a time there was a genre of music called Cantopop. Really, it’s still around, but it sounds better to say once upon a time. My friends Stu and Becca combined their forces to re-discover this song. I guess as a kid Stu listened to it a lot. It’s by Sam Hui, called 半斤八兩 (I’m told this translates as some obscure measure of weight). I’ve never heard it before today, but it is very funny, very catchy, and the music video is great. Enjoy!

Sam Hui’s Working Class Song:

We, the working class,
Roaming the street everywhere, ruining our digestive system,
Earning so little, of course we don’t have enough to spend at the end of the month (thin like a stick),
This really sucks.

The worst is the boss who gets pissed constantly (crazier than a chicken),
Doesn’t matter what the reason, he/she just barks and barks (inserts barking noise),
Makes a mean face at the sound of a salary raise (nag and nag),
That surely increases your appetite.

You work hard like a Jack, *as in Jack in playing cards*
How can a wet firecracker make a sound,
If you have the guts, grab a gun and go rob,
Giving my all, thinking that I’ll receive plenty,
But with the shitty working environment, of course this is only a fantasy. (I’m defeated)

We, the working class,
Become slaves for money all our lives,
That arduous work can be used as a ghost story (dare me to die),
Don’t say that it doesn’t matter.

Even if there’s profit, it’s not yours,
More horrible than hot water boiling pig intestines,
Meager as bits of chicken feed, you still want to peck,
Giving my all, thinking that I’ll receive plenty,
But with the shitty working environment, of course this is only a fantasy. (I’m defeated)

We, the working class,
Become slaves for money all our lives,
That arduous work can be used as a ghost story (dare me to die),
Don’t say that it doesn’t matter.

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