The Union Buster

Tune: “Oh Susannah”

Well now let me introduce myself—I can’t disclose my name.

I’m a management consultant. Union-busting is my game.

I’m a master of the con job. I’m an expert at the hoax,

And I make my livin’ stealin’ bread from the mouths of working folks.

CHORUS: I’m a union-buster, the bosses’ trusty aide.

I help keep their employees overworked and underpaid.

He’s a union-buster, the bosses’ trusty aide,

He helps keep their employees overworked and underpaid.

In the old days we used gun thugs, we used ginks and finks and goons.

Nowadays we use fancy words but sing the same old tune—

Pitting folks against each other, spreading hatred, fear and lies,

Cutting down the hopes of workers who rise up to organize.

CHORUS

There’s no tactic I won’t stoop to. There’s no trick I haven’t tried

To intimidate and infiltrate, to conquer and divide.

I’ll wear the union down with litigation and delay,

And all the while I’m raking in a thousand bucks a day.

CHORUS

Now when I was young, I used to fight with kids one-half my size,

Pull the legs of bugs and spiders and the wings off butterflies.

Now I’ve grown to be man, I haven’t changed at all.

I’m still stepping on the underdog, the humble and the small.

CHORUS

Jack London tells the story--God was working in his lab,

And from some hateful substance he made my good friend the scab (yecch, blech!)

Well, he gave some of that awful stuff a graduate degree.

He dressed it in a three-piece suit and that’s how he made me.

CHORUS (x2)

Paul McKenna Music