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Class Warfare song
Add it to your litle red Wobblies song book. Pass it on down the line.
“So, as long as they are accusing us of class warfare, we might as well engage in class warfare.” Garrison Keillor, Prairie Home Companion, Saturday, September 24, 2011
“Class Warfare” to the tune of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” as sung by Garrison & gang
It’s time for working people to rise up and defeat
The brokers and the bankers and the media elite
And all the educated bums in paneled office suites
And throw them in the street
Chorus: Glory, glory what’s it to ya/Glory, glory what’s it to ya
Glory, glory what’s it to ya/The truth is marching on
Down with all the east cost liberal aristocracy
Down with all the lawyers who live in luxury
Down with all the lobyists in Washington, D.C.
We’ll run them up a tree
Let’s reverse the social order
Oh, wouldn’t it be cool
Down with management and let the secretaries rule
Let the cleaning ladies sit around the swimming pool
Send the bosses back to school
Chorus
We’ll take them from their country clubs and luxury resorts
We’ll take them from the golf course and from the tennis courts
We’ll take them out of first class and with a might cheer
We’ll send them to the rear
And then we’ll get the media, those mighty millionaires
Who weave their little fictions sitting on their derrieres
We’ll grab them by thier flabby hands and make them say their prayers
And kick them down the stairs
Chorus
When the umpires come out, everybody boos
The high and the mighty, we kick dirt upon their shoes
And won’t it be great when the New York Yankees lose
We will all cheer the news - Chorus
“Class Warfare” to the tune of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” as sung by Garrison & gang
It’s time for working people to rise up and defeat
The brokers and the bankers and the media elite
And all the educated bums in paneled office suites
And throw them in the street
Chorus: Glory, glory what’s it to ya/Glory, glory what’s it to ya
Glory, glory what’s it to ya/The truth is marching on
Down with all the east cost liberal aristocracy
Down with all the lawyers who live in luxury
Down with all the lobyists in Washington, D.C.
We’ll run them up a tree
Let’s reverse the social order
Oh, wouldn’t it be cool
Down with management and let the secretaries rule
Let the cleaning ladies sit around the swimming pool
Send the bosses back to school
Chorus
We’ll take them from their country clubs and luxury resorts
We’ll take them from the golf course and from the tennis courts
We’ll take them out of first class and with a might cheer
We’ll send them to the rear
And then we’ll get the media, those mighty millionaires
Who weave their little fictions sitting on their derrieres
We’ll grab them by thier flabby hands and make them say their prayers
And kick them down the stairs
Chorus
When the umpires come out, everybody boos
The high and the mighty, we kick dirt upon their shoes
And won’t it be great when the New York Yankees lose
We will all cheer the news - Chorus
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Thank you, Garrison Keillor.