(To be sung to the melody of “One Tin Soldier”)
Listen children to a story
That was told not long ago
‘Bout a rich guy on a mountain
And his workers far below.
On the mountain was a treasure
Where the white guy paid no tax
‘Cause our tax laws favor rich fucks--
Workers pay it with their backs.
Go ahead and build that rocket,
Blast it off into the blue.
Bring along two or three others
To represent the privileged few.
There will be lots of pundits blowing
Come the lift-off day.
On the sunny morning after
One tin astronaut rides away.
So the workers in the valley
Sent a message up the hill
Asking for a share of profits
And to unionize at will.
Came an answer from the rich guy,
“With our brothers we will share
A small percentage of my profits
Not the riches buried there.”
Now the workers cried with anger,
"Let’s form unions and raise hell!”
And, like Amazons, they fought
And thought they won, for just a spell.
Now they stood beside the treasure
Which the rich guy had amassed--
Opened his vault and looked inside,
“Sorry, folks”--was all it said.
Go ahead and build that rocket
Blast it off into the blue.
Bring along two or three others
To represent the privileged few.
There will be lots of pundits blowing
Come the lift-off day.
On the sunny morning after
One tin astronaut rides away.
Go ahead and build that rocket
Blast it off into the blue.
Bring along two or three others
To represent the privileged few.
There will be lots of pundits blowing
Come the lift-off day.
On the sunny morning after
One white rich guy sails away.
