We are we are we are we are the union folk
We can we can we can capitalism choke
Pick up pick up pick up pick up your will and guts
For we don’t give a damn for any old man who won’t give a damn for us
My father taught free market rules and held to his silver spoon
My mother was a hostess in a house of many rooms
But I raised my sign on a picket line and they kicked me out
My family now is the union proud and “The Red Flag” I will shout
Working an unpaid internship? Get no holidays?
Slog away for twenty years and never see a raise?
Fight the man, ignore the scabs and come and join our song
For the union makes us strong
With thanks to the "Battle Hymn of the Engineers".