Suppose they’re working you so hard it’s just outrageous;
And they’re paying you all starvation wages.
You go to the boss and the boss would yell:
“Before I raise your pay I’d see you all in hell.”
Well, he’s puffing a big cigar, feeling mighty slick,
‘Cause he thinks he’s got your union licked.
Well, he looks out the window and what does he see:
But a thousand pickets, and they all agree:
He’s a bastard, unfair, slavedriver,
Bet he beats his wife.
— Talking Union, Pete Seeger.