Category Archives: Business & Economy

White Country

Tune: White Christmas
By Hinda Kipnis
 
I’m dreaming of a white country
Where only billionaires rule.
They’re so clever and bri-ight
And always ri-ight.
We the people are just fooled.

I’m dreaming of a white country
Where the-e wealthy own the place.
Where folks of color just listen
And make the place glisten
For our superior white race.

I’m dreaming of a white country
Where the one percent need more and more.
For their power so hollow
They need people to follow,
Be cannon fodder for their wars.

Our Budget

  • tune: The Farmer in the Dell
    lyrics: Marlies Parent, Greater Westerly, RI

Our Budget’s in the ditch,
Now isn’t that a bitch?
Hi Ho, we’re broke, you know,
‘Cause we don’t tax the rich.

They watch their profits soar,
Then stash it all off shore,
But hi ho, our debts just grow,
The wolf is at our door.

Those bastards don’t play fair,
We’ll Occupy their lair.
And hi ho, we shall not go
Until they pay their share.

Little Taxes

tune: Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds

Little taxes, little taxes –
They’re little, but they’re adding up,
And they’re always adding more of them
And we pay them every day.

Let’s stop adding TO sales tax!
Let’s now have an income tax
On the rich folks who like sales tax
So they’re incomes aren’t taxed.

Let’s vote for the income tax
On TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND GRAND
And cut back the sales tax
And the property tax too!!

REPEAT THE WHOLE THING!!!!

Glory, Glory Profiteering

  • tune: Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Chairmen of the Board,
They are trampling our benefits And outsourcing abroad.
They have cooked the books of Enron and committed massive fraud!
Their greed is marching on

  • Chorus:
    Glory, Glory profiteering,
    Glory, Glory profiteering,
    Glory, Glory profiteering,
    Their greed is marching on.

They are marching into Bagdad, No-bid contracts in their hands,
They envision Super Walmarts, Rising from the desert sands,
They’ll bring Big Macs into Bagdad and into Afghanistan.
Their greed is marching on!

  • Chorus

Big Pharma owns my senator, They bought him fair and square,
They gave him fifty thousand for his vote on Medicare,
Then they traded him to Bechtel for two reps from Delaware,
Their greed is marching on!

  • Chorus

So when it seems your Congressman Just really doesn’t care,
It’s because he’s only dancing with the one who brought him there,
He will privatize your water and he’ll privatize your air!
His greed is marching on!

  • Rousing chorus!!!!!

Gaggle to Amend

  • tune: ‘Side by Side’

Oh, we’re a gaggle of grannies,
Urging you off of your fannies,
We’re raising our voice,
We want a new choice,
We must amend!!

  • With all the power they’re wielding,
    Plus their greed unyielding,
    Are they really folks?
    What a cruel hoax,
    We must amend!!

They give themselves big bonuses,
And millions to the PACS,
Our votes are now so compromised,
We want our democracy back!

  • Soooooo join this gaggle of grannies,(Dance!!!)
    Get up off of your fannies,
    We’re telling you now,
    We’re angry and how!
    We must amend!

We really mean it! We must amend!
We mean precisely! We must amend!
We will say it very nicely! We must amend!
Read our lips: (silently mouth) We must amend!

Five of Us

  • tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean

The five of us love corporations,
They’re persons like you and like me.
They pour money into elections
And this is pure de-mo-cra-cy.

  • Stand back, Stand back,
    Watch corporations take over the world,
    Stand back, Stand back,
    Fasc-is-m for you and for me.

Nike Town

  • tune: Chinatown, My Chinatown
    by Kay Thode

Nike shoes and Starbucks beans
Make millions a day
But workers who produce them
Get starvation pay.

One dollar fifty a day
Is the workers take
For the hundred eighty buck shoes
That Nike makes.

Bean pickers for Starbucks
Also get the shaft
One dollar twenty a day
Forces them to fast.

Nike town, oh, Nike town,
Why don’t you behave,
Share your mammoth profits
With those who sweat and slave.

Starbucks, Starbucks, coffee czars,
You can also share,
With those who pick your beans
Wages that are fair.

Let’s boycott these products
Till there’s decent pay
Corporations can afford
Sixty bucks a day.

WTO Rap

  • by Kay Thode

The World Trade Organization
Supersedes the laws of all the nations.
Trade is the answer, profit is the king.
To heck with human right, they don’t mean a thing.

Unelected corporate bosses make all the rules.
Guess they take us all for a bunch of fools.
No more labor standard, down with environment.
Child labor is much cheaper, sweatshops charge less rent.
Patent all the seeds, make the farmers pay,
Bioengineering is the order of the day.

Now the time has come to stop this corporate plan.
We want trade that’s fair, not this free trade scam.
Put a stop to this train of devastation
Before it wrecks the planet and our entire nation.
Replace the corporate rulers with people we elect.
Make rules that serve all people, not just the select.

Chant: WTO SIMPLY HAS TO GO! (three times)

BEGONE!

Jingle Bells (on corporate welfare)

  • by Kay Thode

Jingle bells, ring a ding,
We are catching on,
How this corporate welfare works
It’s not a pleasant song.

Chorus: Oh, jingle bells, ring a ding,
We are catching on,
How this corporate welfare works,
It’s not a pleasant song.

Repeat

Dashing through the world
On a corporate welfare sleigh,
Profit, profit, is their song,
They’re laughing all the way.
We’ve got a thought or two,
About your dirty schemes,
About the garbage, land and sea
What free trade really means.

Chorus

They export jobs afar,
To pay a cheaper wage,
The union guy is unemployed
And we are in a rage.
We subsidize the firm
We give them tax breaks too,
The third world countries protest,
But can’t afford to sue.

Chorus.

Gaggle Against FTAA (Free Trade of the Americas)

  • tune: Side by Side
    The Raging Grannies Songbook, 1993, adapted by Kay Thode

Oh, we’re a gaggle of Grannies,
Urging you off of your fannies,
We’re raising our voice,
We want a new choice,
No FTAA.

With their world wide domination,
They’ll do the planet in,
We have got to stop them,
We must not let them win.

So join this gaggle of grannies,
Get up off of your fannies,
We’re telling you now,
We’re angry and how,
No FTAA.
We really mean it, No FTAA,
We mean precisely, No FTAA,
We’ll say it very nicely, No FTAA
READ OUR LIPS: (mouth No FTAA)

Bring Back Our Tax Dollars

  • tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
  • by Jane Hare and Vicki Ryder

Our taxes fly over the ocean,
To fund the Afghanistan war,
But our taxes are urgently needed,
Right here for the jobless and poor.

CHORUS:
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back those taxes and spend them here,
Bring ‘em back, yes bring ‘em back,
And then how we Grannies will cheer!

Our bridges and highways are crumbling,
Our teachers and schools need support,
The money that’s now spent on killing,
Should be used to wage peace and not war.

REPEAT CHORUS

We should be supporting our students,
Who struggle to pay for their loans,
And we should be supporting our families,
While the banks just foreclose on their homes.

REPEAT CHORUS

We’ve worked mighty hard for the money,
That we pay every year to the Feds,
And we don’t want it paying for warfare,
When we all could have healthcare instead.

REPEAT CHORUS

15 Now

  • Tune: Sixteen Tons
    By Jo-Hanna Read

You work hard for all your life.
And so do your children, your husband or wife.
You wait on tables, you sweep the floor.
No matter how hard ya work, you’re poorer than poor

You work for min’mum wage and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
The poverty level is more than you earn.
While the company bosses have money to burn!

We say 15Now is the way to go.
We need it right now, no need to go slow.
Deducting tips and benefits will not do!
If you think that’s fair, you don’t have a clue.

You work for min’mum wage and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
The poverty level is more than you earn.
While the company bosses have money to burn!

Big business is worried that we’ll get this through,
So they started OneSeattle with their big business crew.
Now they’re gettin’ small businesses to front their lines
With misinformation and downright lies.

You work for min’mum wage and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
The poverty level is more than you earn.
While the company bosses have money to burn!

Affluenza

  • tune: Frere Jacques
     Kay Thode

Affluenza, affluenza,
What a drug, what a drug!
Buying makes us feel great
But depletes the planet,
Enough is enough! Enough is enough!

Today buy nothing, today buy nothing.
You will see, you will see,
You will have more options,
The earth will be more healthy,
Do it now, do it now.

Can You Hear Me Now, Verizon?

  • tune: Yellow Rose of Texas

CHORUS:
Can you hear me now, Verizon?
This wake-up call’s for you.
You’re raking in the billions,
And pay no taxes, too.
And now you want your workers
To roll over and play dead,
But we’re not gonna take it!
And we’re risin’ up instead!

You’d outsource all your workers,
And slash their benefits,
Cut retirees off from health care –
That really gives us fits!
We’re sick of your tax dodging,
It’s a shameful greedy crime,
So we’ll stand with the workers
On Verizon’s picket line.

CHORUS

We’re done with being quiet,
While the rich live off the poor.
We’re tired of your greed,
And we won’t take it anymore.
We’ll strike against Verizon,
‘Til the corporations learn,
That the people now are risin’
To take back what we have earned!

CHORUS

Look at Wal-Mart

  • tune: “Clementine”

Look at Wal-Mart in your city
Where the people often shop,
It’s a store that sells cheap products
Made in foreign sweatshops.

  • chorus:
    So stop shopping at this Wal-Mart
    ‘Til it treats its workers well,
    And if Wal-Mart won’t cooperate,
    They can just go straight to hell.

And its management whose treatment
Of the women is unfair,
And the companies it deals with
End up losing their fair share.

chorus

Living wage is non-existent,
They can never unionize,
When they try to, they get fired!
Please don’t shop here we advise.

chorus

Get Outta Town!

tune: “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town ”

You’d better watch out, it’s happening fast –
Mom and Pop shops are a thing of the past. .
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.
The corner store’s gone, it couldn’t compete
With mega-marts cov’ring a million square feet.
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.

  • Two hundred billion dollars
    They’re haul in’ in each year!
    They’re the biggest corporation
    In both the hemispheres ….

They say they’re “just folks,” ‘simple and plain,
But we know that they’re the Merchants of Shame!
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.
You’d better take note if you’re in retail,
Tomorrow your job might be up for sale.
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.
A poverty wage is what you’ll expect
When you’ve got the Waltons writing your check.
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.

  • They’re slashing pay and prices,
    It’s a national disgrace!
    They’re destroying our economy
    While they wear their happy face ….

So it’s time to say “NO!” We’re taking a stand.
Shopping for Justice, that is our plan.
Wal-Mart stores, get out of our town!

Castros

  • tune: Day-O

Castros … oho .. Castros
How can you be such stubborn men?
How can you be such stubborn men?
For FIFTY-nine YEARS we’ve HAD an blockade
How can you be such stubborn men?
STILL you reFUSE to see THINGS our WAY.
How can you be such stubborn men?
COME on CAStros, DON’T you want our MONey?
How can you be such stubborn men?
COME on CAStros, DON’T you want some FREE trade?
How can you be such stubborn men?
30 years, 40 years, 50 years more. Ugh!
How can you be such stubborn men?
30 years, 40 years, 50 years more. Ugh!
How can you be such stubborn men?
Cas-Tros … oho .. Castros
How can you be such stubborn men?
How can you be such stubborn men?

CAPitaLISM is REAlly COOL.
How can you be such stubborn men?
You can GET really RICH and SHUT DOWN your SCHOOLS.
How can you be such stubborn men?
WHAt’s the big DEAL about HEALTH and eduCAtion?
How can you be such stubborn men?
You can MAKE more MONey with a CAPitalist NAtion.
How can you be such stubborn men?
Castros … oho .. Castros
How can you be such stubborn men?
How can you be such stubborn men?
Castros …oho… Castros (sowly)
How can you be such stubborn men?

Way Down Upon the Detroit River

  • tune: Swanee River (Old Folks At Home)
  • from the E-vine

Way down upon the Detroit River
Bankers got more
Made all of them a major bundle
Foreclosing on the poor
All around, bereft and weary
Houses swindled, lost
Robbery and stealing – legal?
O what a human cost

All up and down the whole creation
Sadly they roam
Wondering how it was the law allowed this?
Grief for their long lost homes
All the world sees what went wrong here
Detroit’s a spectacle
Fraud, robbery, misinformation
O what a debacle

Restore to every single victim
Houses gone away
Right here beside the Detroit River
Let’s put things right today
Let there once more be the old folks
Back where they should be
Change laws, protect and serve all people
Bring justice home to me

Beware “Free Trade”

  • tune: Enjoy Yourself

Beware “free trade”!
Where corporation rules
You lose your job
To far, cheap labor pools.

Beware “free trade”!
There’s nothing ‘ bout it free.
Big business runs
The world ‘s economy.

And children slave
And poverty still thrives.
Beware “free trade”, beware free trade”!
World wealth runs all our lives.

Angela’s Marrying Corporate Person

  • tune: The Bells Are Ringing
  • by Laurie Rostholder from Anne Thureson’s ideas

Our Angela fell in love
With a corporation,
See how she looks at him
With such adoration.

If Corp’s really a person,
They should easily marry,
We really don’t get it,
Why the judge might be wary.

She’ll be so proud of him
When he doesn’t pay taxes,
Throws his money at
All those “super paxes”.

Will she really ignore
All the money he’ll pore,
Into buying our Congress
For perks evermore.

Will she become like him
All arrogance and greed,
What will their kids look like
When they start to breed?
(speak) Dollar signs, dollar signs
But we love our Angela
So we hope she’s content,
Cause we know that Corp
Will never repent.

Bring Back Our Tax Dollars

  • by Jane Hare and Vicki Ryder
  • Tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean

Our taxes fly over the ocean,
To fund the Afghanistan war,
But our taxes are urgently needed,
Right here for the jobless and poor.

  • Chorus:
    Oh bring back those taxes and spend them here,
    Bring ‘em back, yes bring ‘em back,
    And then how we Grannies will cheer!

Our bridges and highways are crumbling,
Our teachers and schools need support,
The money that’s now spent on killing,
Should be used to wage peace and not war.

  • Chorus

We should be supporting our students,
Who struggle to pay for their loans,
And we should be supporting our families,
While the banks just foreclose on their homes.

  • Chorus

We’ve worked mighty hard for the money,
That we pay every year to the Feds,
And we don’t want it paying for warfare,
When we all could have healthcare instead.

  • Chorus

Santa Bush

  • by Monica Zucker
  • tune: Santa Claus Is Coming to Town

There’ll be a tax cut, we’ve got a surplus,
But who’s gonna get it—surely not us!
Santa Bush is coming to town.

He says the big cash will trickle on down—
That voodoo bunk of Reagan renown.
Santa Bush is coming to town.

Won’t spend on education,
Won’t spend it for our health.
He’ll spend it on a missile shield
And subsidize big wealth.

You better not cry, you better not pout.
“Compassion” is in, society’s out.
Santa Bush is coming
Santa Bush is coming
Santa Bush is coming to town!

Yes We Can

  • tune: She’ll Be Coming Round the Mountain

We can move our country forward,
Yes we can!
[repeat]

When we all work together
That will determine whether
We can really move it forward.
Yes it will!

We need universal health care, yes we do!
[repeat]

Let’s keep telling our new leaders
In voices clear and constant
We need universal health care
Yes we do!

We must stop the warfare in the Middle East
Yes we can!
[repeat]

Wars breed more fear and hatred
They never solve a problem
We must learn to wage peace
Yes we must!

Let’s rebuild our infrastructure.
Yes we can!
[repeat]

Let’s put people back to work now,
Rebuild our roads and bridges
We can do it if we want to.
Yes we can!

Working for the Stock Market

  • by Monica Zucker
  • tune: I’ve Been Working on the Railroad

I’ve been working now for ages,
All my lifelong through,
Paying FICA on my wages
‘Til my golden years come due, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Now they want me to invest in
Stocks that brokers claim
Let me take an interest in
Republicans’ “ownership” aim.

Oh, Wall Street don’t you blow-ow,
Wall Street don’t you blow-ow,
Wall Street don’t you blow away my cash!
Wall Street don’t you blow-ow,
Wall Street don’t you blow-ow,
Wall Street don’t you blow my cash!

Cause there’s something fishy going on here,
Something fishy going on and o-on.
Something fishy with the numbers!
Fiddling away my cash!

Fee, fie, fiddly-io,
Fee, fie, fiddly-i-oooo.
Fee, fie, fiddly-i-OH!
Fiddling away my cash!

Whose Welfare?

  • by Kay Thode
  • tune: She’ll Be Coming Round the Mountain

If you’re rich and ask for welfare, they will come.
If you’re rich and ask for welfare, they will come.
They will grant a new exemption
From state and local taxes,
They will grant a new exemption when they come.

If you’re poor and ask for welfare, they will come.
If you’re poor and ask for welfare, they will come.
They will tell you there’s a limit,
And YOU have reached that limit,
They will tell you there’s no welfare, when they come.

If you’re poor and cold and homeless, they will come.
If you’re poor and cold and homeless, they will come.
They will kick you off the sidewalk
And say (speak)“You’re bad for business”
They will kick you off the sidewalk when they come.

So it’s time to build a movement, yes it is.
Oh, it’s time to build a movement, yes it is.
That will help the poor and needy—
(speak) NOT the corporate greedy!
Oh, it’s time to build a movement that helps all.

There’s No Business Like Clothes Business

  • by Shirley Morrison
  • tune: There’s No Business Like Show Business

There’s no business like clothes business,
The best business we know.
New clothes are so hip and sexy!
Throw out last year’s wardrobe, toss it all!
Nowhere can you get that special feeling,
Like when you’re shopping at the mall.

There’s no business like clothes business,
The best business we know.
HUSKIES, GAP and NIKE make you feel so great!
But those poor workers, what a fate—
Starving wages, bad conditions they endure—
But, shop on for the show!!!

Their Money Lies in Other Countries

  • tune: My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean

Their money lies in other countries
In tax shelters parked carefully
It’s our money that they have wasted
In JAIL is the place they should be!

  • Chorus:
    Bail out, Bail out!
    No stinking bail out for Wall Street bums
    Bail out, Bail out
    No stinking bail out for them!

They blather about the “free” market
They say that we must privatize
They’re happy to rake in the profits
Their ethics should be scrutinized!

Chorus

The System

  • tune: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean

The bosses get millions in bonus.
The workers get minimum wage.
It’s time for a different system—
Let’s write a bra-and new page.

They’ve downsized the wages, not profits.
They’re managing all of our health.
It’s time for a new distribution—
Give workers their share of the wealth!

They’ve sent our jobs out of the country.
They’ve sent our jobs over the sea.
It’s time that we made a commotion.
Oh, get rid of free trade for me.

Clean up the air and the water.
Give kids something useful to do.
Fix up the roads and the bridges.
Don’t cut jobs for all but a few.

Make weapons of war—you’ll get riches.
Teach kids in our schools—you will not.
It’s a very perverse kind of system,
Which certainly needs to be fought.

Tax the Rich

  • tune: Frere Jacques

TAX THE RICH, TAX THE RICH
JOBS FOR VETS, JOBS FOR ALL
EDUCATE OUR CHILDREN,
FIX THE ROADS & BRIDGES
GIVE US HOPE, GIVE US HOPE

COPORATE WELFARE HAS ITS QUEENS
CEO’S WITH OBSCENE PAY
DOESN’T TRICKLE DOWN,
DOESN’T TRICKLE DOWN
TAX THEM TOO, TAX THEM TOO!

Tax the Banksters

  • tune: Yellow Rose of Texas

Oh, they say we can’t have healthcare
Or retirement any more.
We can’t afford our teachers
Or housing for the poor.
But the banks still have their billions
And raise our debit fees.
Now we must tax the banksters,
And Wall Street if you please!

Now all across this country
Folks like you and me
Are sleeping on the pavement,
Just hoping you will see
That we need to change the system
To a real democracy.
Now we must tax the banksters,
And Wall Street if you please!

Song of Wall Street

  • tune: Sing a Song of Sixpence

Sing a song of Wall Street
Pockets full of cash
Billionaires and traders
Made our lives go crash

The banker’s in his counting house
Counting out his profits
The Congress is on K Street
Filling up their pockets

Millions now are jobless
Millions now are broke
The ninety-nine percent are robbed //
It’s – time – we – all – awoke!

Slow Down Ye Frantic Shoppers

  • tune: God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen

Slow down ye frantic shoppers, for there’s something we must say.
If you would spare a moment all the stores won’t run away.
Big business has been telling us what Christmas means today.
Now it’s time we decided for ourselves, for ourselves,
Yes, it’s time we decided for ourselves.

To some folks Christmas means a time for gathering with friends,
And enemies might take it as a time to make amends,
But TV says it’s time for pricey gifts and selfish ends.
Now it’s time we decided for ourselves, for ourselves,
Yes, it’s time we decided for ourselves.

Some people feel that Christmas is when Jesus makes a call.
For others it’s a time to stress good will and peace to all.
But advertisers tell us it means Santa’s at the mall.
Now it’s time we decided for ourselves, for ourselves,
Yes, it’s time we decided for ourselves.

Securities, Securitas!

  • tune: Finiculi, Finicula

Some think the world was made for corporations,
Just like World Com,
And like Enron,
For frauds and scams and shady exploitation,
When with aplomb
They drop the bomb.

And we, we lose our jobs and stocks and pensions.
Each three-piece suit
Takes out the loot.
For us, the evil hits in great dimensions.
Execs aren’t miffed-
They take the Fifth.

Harken! Harken! It’s foreclosure time!
Harken! Harken! Home’s not worth a dime!
Securities, securitas, securities, securitas!
Save the bankers first! Securities, securitas!

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

  • by Jo-Hanna Read
  • (a la Aretha Franklin) 
  • Solo with background group, which sings chorus and parts in ( )

R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Listen up, AIG.

We gave you (oo oo)
So much money (oo oo)
And then you did (oo oo)
Something funny. (oo oo)
All we’re asking (all we’re askin’)
Is a little respect. (just a little bit)
No more bonuses (just a little bit)
Just a little respect. (oh, yeah)
From you.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Listen up, Dick Cheney.

We thought we got you (oo oo)
Out of our hair (oo oo)
Then we turn on the TV (oo oo)
And see you there. (oo oo)
There’s no way we’ll give you (no way)
Any respect. (no way)
Never, never, (no way)
We got no respect (no way)
For you.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Obama, we hope you see.

We’ve given you (oo oo)
All of our hope (oo oo)
And all we’re askin’ (oo oo)
Is do your work right (oo oo)
Give us some jobs (oh, yes)
And some self respect (just a little bit)
Oh, yeah (just a little bit)

R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
No more war economy

Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me,
sock it to me)
A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)
Whoa, babe (just a little bit)
Just a little respect (just a little bit)

R-E-S-P-E-C-T
OH YEAH!

Radical New Economists

  • tune: She’ll Be Coming Round the Mountain

Oh, we’re radical new economists,
We’re radical new economists,
We like health care and fair wages,→
And sweatshops give us rages, //
We’re radical new economists.

We like rules made out in public, yes we do,
And ones that serve all people, wouldn’t you?
We’re tired of all the corporate greed→ That hurts the people on Main Street, //
We’re radical new economists.

We like trade that’s local and that’s fair,
And doesn’t transport coal or pollute air,
We like farms owned by the farmers→ Not those agribusiness charmers, //
We’re radical new economists.

So, join these radical new economists
Who say get rid of WTO.
Let’s set up a fair new system,→ One we can exist in, //
As radical new economists.

Qatar WTO

  • by Kay Thode
  • tune: When Johnny Comes Marching Home

WTO has met again, this time Qatar.
The Persian Gulf’s an unlikely place—it’s quite bizarre.
They don’t want protesters to have their say.
They chose a site that is far, far away,
But they got our message: We demand fair trade!

Third World countries are put on the spot—what else is new?
They want more markets and balance of power, wouldn’t you?
Agriculture and textiles were pulled from the talks;
Those critical matters would be deadlocked.
So much for free trade: Do it our way or not!

The message from Brussels and Washington is liberalize,
While we in the West protect our own and subsidize.
Dirty water, poverty, pricey drugs
Should no longer be sanctioned and swept under rugs.
Give us fair trade, union made! Share in the common lot.

Profit Bells

  • tune: Jingle Bells

Chorus:
Profits here, profits there, profits everywhere!
Christmas time is funny, smell money in the air.
Advertise, glamorize, fool you with a flair.
Let’s make sure that Christmas is a businesslike affair.

You’re eating all our lies and dashing to the stores,
Then all the prices rise and how the money pours.
If we don’t keep you drugged and watching your TV,
You might see hypocrisy! Where would business be?

Chorus

We’ll tell you how to think and tell you what to try,
What to eat and drink, and how to live and die.
And if our plan succeeds, when Christmastime is nigh,
Instead of seeking peace and love, you’ll hunt for gifts to buy.

 Chorus

Angels we have heard on high
Tell us to go out and buy!

My Least Favorite Things

  • tune: My Favorite Things

Shirts from Honduras and Nikes from China,
Clothes made in sweatshops in North Carolina,
All wrapped in packages tied up with strings—
These are a few of my least favorite things.
What kind of labor lies behind the labels?
Did you think sweatshops were long-ago fables?
They’re very widespread in the Third World today.
Their products are sold just a few blocks away.

  • If no one knows it,
    Let’s expose it—
    Make it go away.
    Refuse to buy goods
    That aren’t made as they should!
    Let us begin today!

Skirts made in Malaysia in sweatshop conditions,
Clothes sewn in Toronto for Northern Traditions,
All wrapped in packages tied up with strings—
These are a few of my least favorite things.

  • If no one knows it,
    Let’s expose it—
    Make it go away.
    Refuse to buy goods
    That aren’t made as they should
    Let us begin today!

Lobby Days Are Here Again

  • by Monica Zucker
  • tune: Happy Days Are Here Again

Corporations rule the day!
Energy and Medicare, they say,
Must be written the big business way.
Corporations rule the day!

You don’t have to go-o to college
To gain legisla-a-tive knowledge.

Corporations must say when
Law enhance their profits. Only then
They spread cash in each congression’l den.
Lobby days are here again!

Less Wealth for the Rich and War

    • tune: When I’m Sixty-Four (Beatles)

When I was your age, long years ago
I thought I’d always have
Jobs enough to feed my family and me
Health care Social Sec-ur-ity
Now I see how the economy’s gone
To funding mostly war
Bring those troops home, bring home the money
We know what we want it for!

Losing my job, losing my house
My family’s getting poor
Jobs not there for graduates and older folk
Listen Wall Street it’s not a joke!

No money for schools, no money for homes
Bad for all our health
We see class warfare
With things so unfair
Demand more tax on wealth!

Jobless Recovery

  • tune: Frere Jacques

Jobless recovery,
Jobless recovery,
What a joke.
What a joke.
Go and tell our leaders
Go and tell our leaders
We’re going broke.
We’re going broke.

Jobless recovery.
Jobless recovery.
What a farce.
What a farce.
Go and tell our leaders
Go and tell our leaders
To kiss our ___.
To kiss our ___.

It’s a Sad Old Flag

  • by Sunny Armer. New York Metro Grannies
  • tune: It’s a Grand Old Flag

It’s a sad old flag,
And it looks like a rag
When exploited for selling a war.
Though when young I was taught
Our flag can’t be bought,
Corporations are running the store.

My heart will beat true
For the red, white, and blue
When it stands up for human rights.
When patriotism’s used for fraud
It extinguishes freedom’s light.

It’s a sad old flag,
And it looks like a rag
When exploited for selling a war.
Though when young I was taught
Our flag can’t be bought,
Corporations are running the store.

When in this land
Burning flags can be banned,
Burning books will be ordered soon.
The First Amendment is our right
To sing new words to this old tune.

It Ain’t Necessarily So

  • Lyrics by Salt Spring Raging Grannies of Canada to Tune by George Gershwin
  • Note: The full title of this song is “All Purpose Comprehensive Rant about Everything That Is Wrong with the Whole World.” Seattle Grannies may make up verses for occasions.

CHORUS
It ain’t necessarily so,
It ain’t necessarily so.
The corporate media
Would like to mislead ya,
It ain’t necessarily so,

(Environment)

Salt Spring’s not gone to the dogs.
Trees are just unemployed logs.
We mustn’t get madder
Just ‘cause Taxada
Is trashing our watershed bogs.

Don’t worry about greenhouse gas–
The doom and gloom won’t come to pass.
Remember the looting
We get from polluting
All goes to the governing class.

CHORUS

(Food)

Genetically modified food
Is certified legally good.
Ignore all the rumors—
Just be good consumers.
Don’t ask all those questions—it’s rude.

Hormone-laced beef is just swell.
Just look at our own NHL.
No need for inspection
Of bovine injection—
Don’t you want to be macho as well?

(Big Business)

We always promote human rights.
We worry, and can’t sleep at nights.
But sooner or later
The gangster dictators
Who buy our arms must see the light.

Our banks are the best ever seen.
The profits they make aren’t obscene.
We like the adoption
Of enormous stock options
For CEOs fleeing the scene.

Drug company profits are small.
They’re lobbying hardly at all.
When they hear generics
They go into hysterics
For fear that the share prices will fall.

Africa’s dying of AIDS,
But drug barons got to get paid.
They say they feel saddened,
But they hold the patent.
Take aspirin and sit in the shade.

Free trade’s the best way to go.
Only subversives say no.
We’ll follow the factories
South and drink daiquiris.
Viva Low Wage Mexico!

CHORUS

(Schools)

Our school rooms are all well-supplied.
Whoever denies it has lied.
They depend for kids’ readers
On corporate leaders
Who peddle their Pepsi inside.

(Health)

Health care is our most sacred trust.
We’ll give you some time to adjust.
In a matter of urgency
Camp in Emergency
And sit till you’re gathering dust.

CHORUS

(WTO)

Quebec’s got a Big Business Fair.
It’ll be just like Tienamin Square
They admit it’s a pity
To barb-wire the city,
But people might try to get there.

(Defenses)

Women should man submarines,
‘Cause women are fighting machines.
If the ship isn’t celibate
The brass won’t think well of it
Unless there are separate latrines.

CHORUS

(Finally)

We sing ‘cause we don’t want to curse.
We’re alive, and we don’t need a hearse.
But if there’s a screw-up
We plan to wake you up
Or everything’s sure to get worse.

Got Gas?

  • adaptation by Laurie Rostholder of song by Glen Anderson
  • The Marine Hymn

From Iraq and Venezuela
The Arabian and Caspian Seas,
We will pump out all the planet’s oil
Just to fuel our SUVs.
We can get ten miles per gallon
As we guzzle gasoline.
Since we’ll always need a lot more oil,
We’ll just call out the Marines.

We will pave the way for Texaco,
For Standard, ARCO, too,
And Exxon, Shell and AMOCO—
But the cost is paid by you.
And some foreigners will lose their land
And their lives when we invade,
But WE’LL get gas for our guzzling cars
And enemies that we’ve made.

From Honduras for United Fruit,
To anywhere for our banks,
We will conquer anyplace, anytime,
Until we run out of tanks.
So we cultivate our image
As we dominate the skies—
Not to protect rights and values,
But big business enterprise!

Gaggle Against WTO

  • tune, Side by Side

Oh, we’re a gaggle of Grannies,
Urging you off of your fannies,
We’re raising our voice
We want a new choice—
NO WTO!

With the starving wages they’re paying
To workers sweating and slaving,
The owners all thrive,
Can workers survive?
NO WTO!

With world wide domination,
They’ll do the planet in.
We have got to stop them—
We must not let them win.

Sooo, join this gaggle of Grannies.
Get up off of your fannies!
We’re telling you now,
We’re angry and how!
NO WTO!

We really mean it—NO WTO!

We mean precisely—NO WTO!

We will say it very nicely—NO WTO!

READ OUR LIPS! (mouth silently, No WTO!)

Gaggle Against Greed

  • tune: Side by Side

Oh, we’re a gaggle of Grannies,
Urging you off of your fannies,
We’re raising our voice
We want a new choice—
NO MORE GREED!

With the starving wages they’re paying
To workers sweating and slaving,
The owners all thrive,
Can workers survive?
NO MORE GREED!

We’re sick of this tradition–
Paying wages that aren’t fair.
Boycott sweatshop products
Show them you really care!

Soooo, join this gaggle of Grannies.
Get up off of your fannies!
We’re telling you now,
We’re angry and how!
NO MORE GREED!

We really mean it—NO MORE GREED!

We mean precisely—NO MORE GREED!

We will say it very nicely—NO MORE GREED!

READ OUR LIPS! (mouth silently, No more greed!)

Gaggle Against Foreclosures

  • tune: Side by Side

Oh, we’re a gaggle of Grannies
Urging you off of your fannies
We’re raising our voice,
We want a new choice,
FORECLOSURES? NO!

With all the money they’re spending
On bank bailouts unending,
We’re losing our homes
Because of those loans,
FORECLOSURES? NO!

The banks pushed those bad mortgages
And caught us in their snare
Its time to help homeowners
And show we really care.

SOOO, join this gaggle of Grannies,
Get up off of your fannies,
We’re telling you now,
We’re angry and how,
FORECLOSURES? NO!

We really mean it..
We mean precisely…
We will say it very nicely…
READ OUR LIPS…

Free Market Trot

  • by Kay Thode
  • tune: Put Your Arms around Me, Honey

Market shares have risen, honey—ain’t it great!
Ten thousand workers were laid off, but— that’s their fate.
Oh, free markets are so nice,
But the workers pay the price.
Jobs have been exported to a—cross the seas.
Wages there are so much lower—if you please.
Who cares if wages are down,
In your old home town.

Oh, when the workers lose, the markets— rise and rise.
Profits are the only thing to—maximize.
Oh, oh, don’t you agree
That this shouldn’t be.

Wake up, workers, now it’s time to—rise and fight
NAFTA and FTAA with all your might.
Oh, free markets are so nice.
But the workers pay the price.
So if you want the workers to have— their fair share,
Join exploited workers here and—everywhere.
Fight for what is your due—
It is up to you!

Fraud’s What It’s All About

  • by Hinda Kipnis
  • tune: Hoky Poky

Sub-prime loans go in,
Toxic assets come out.
Cut them all up
And spread them all about.
Let’s do the Hocus Pocus,
Bring the system down.
Fraud’s what it’s all about!

You put a dollar in,
Thirty bucks come out.
Bernie Madoff’s game
And cheating all about.
They did their Hocus Pocus,
Brought the system down.

Fraud’s what it’s all about!

Speak: Heads they win, tails we lose!

Privatize gain,
Socialize loss,
Bail out the banks
No matter what the cost.
They did the Hocus Pocus,
Brought the system down.
Fraud’s what it’s all about.

They did the Hocus Pocus!
They did the Hocus Pocus!
They did the Hocus Pocus!
Fraud’s what it’s all about

Fidel

  • Gail MacDonald, Bellingham Raging Grannies
  • tune: Banana Boat Song

FI-DEL, OHO FI-DEL!
How can you be such a stubborn man?
How can you be such a stubborn man?
FOR FORTY-TWO YEARS WE’VE HAD A BOCKADE.
How can you be such a stubborn man?
STILL YOU REFUSE TO SEE THINGS OUR WAY!
How can you be such a stubborn man?
COME ON FIDEL, DON’T YOU WANT OUR MONEY?
How can you be such a stubborn man?
COME ON FIDEL, DON’T YOU WANT SOME FREE TRADE?
How can you be such a stubborn man?
TEN YEARS, 20 YEARS, 30 YEARS MORE. UGH!
How can you be such a stubborn man?
TEN YEARS, 20 YEARS, 30 YEARS MORE. UGH!
How can you be such a stubborn man?
FI-DEL, OHO FI-DEL!
How can you be such a stubborn man?
How can you be such a stubborn man?

CAPITALISM IS REALLY COOL!
How can you be such a stubborn man?
YOU CAN GET REALLY RICH AND SHUT DOWN YOUR SCHOOLS.
How can you be such a stubborn man?
WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL ABOUT HEALTH AND EDUCATION?
How can you be such a stubborn man?
YOU CAN MAKE MORE MONEY WITH A CAPITALIST NATION!
How can you be such a stubborn man?
FI-DEL, OHO FI-DEL!
How can you be such a stubborn man?
How can you be such a stubborn man?
(slowly) FI-DEL, OHO FI-DEL!
(slowly) How can you be such a stubborn man?

Enough Is Enough

  • tune: Three Blind Mice

Grow GDP
Grow GDP.
SEE the economy grow
IT’S the only show.

CONSIDer what GDP REPresents,
FRACKing and O-il spills WE lament,
TRASH and WASTE of enVIronment.
Enough is enough!
(speak loudly:) ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

FREE market growth,
FREE market growth,
The ONE-percenter’s oath,
The ONE- percenter’s oath.

Could ONE percenters SOLVE our trouble?
EVEN that busted HOUSing bubble?
NINEY –nine STUCK in a TERRIBLE muddle.
Enough is enough!
(speak:) ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

Grow GDP,
Grow GDP,
SEE the economy grow
IT’S the only show.

GROWTH’s the MANtra we hear ev’ry day,
SUNG to us ev-er-y THIS and THAT way;
BUT there are LI-MITS TO
GROWTH we say,

Enough is enough!
(speak:) ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!

Diversity, Humanity

  • by: Monica Zucker
  • tune: Finiculi,, Finicula)

Some think the air belongs to corporations
And not to us,
AND NOT TO US!
Some think it well to merge all information
By thoughtless clones,
In solemn tones.

But we, we’d like to hear more human voices,
And honest fun,
And creation,
While they, they want to limit all our choices
To selling cars,
And pushing wars.

Harken! Harken!
We need real debate!
The Commission
Must not abdicate!
Diversity, humanity, diversity, humanity!
Communicate with us! Diversity, humanity!

Corporations Are Persons Now!

  • tune: Bicycle Built for Two

Brib’ry, Bri’bry, NOW is the law of the land.
Cor-por-a-tions can DO-OO what once was banned.
The SuPREMES have set a precedent
Now WAL-mart can be president.
’Cause BUS’NESS has rights
And TO their delight
Cor-por-a-tions are persons now!

Fair campaigning NOW is a thing of the past.
Those with money OWN the elections at last!
The BUY all the TV ad times,
And RUN their SU-per-PAC slime.
(speak:) To hell with the truth!
Cor-por-a-tions are persons now!

Campaign Time

  • tune: Summertime

Campaign time
And the country’s in trouble.
Poor getting poorer
Rich doing just fine.

Bankster’s greed
Brought the system to its knees
Children go hungry.
And the homeless die!

Bailed out those banks
Too big to fail.
They’re even bigger now
No banksters in jail.

Talk is cheap
And job promises fly by.
Change stays the same
Hope’s on the fly.

Campaign Finance Reform

  • tune: Red RiverValley

CorpoRAtions have FREE speech like PEOple.
They have RIGHTS just like YOU and like ME.
GenuFLECT to the COR porate POWer.
The SupREME court has RULED, don’t you SEE.

CorpoRAtions will BUY off our CONgress,
The STATES and the WHOLE country, too.
Corp’rate TRILLions now equal union MILLions.
Corp’rate RULE is the LAW for ME and you.

Now FOLKS we can FEEL reassured
Who CARES if deMOCracy is gone?
We’ll be RULED by the NEO-cons from WALmart,
Goldman SACHS, AIG, and Exxon.

Shout: DON’T FORGET BANK OF AMERICA!

AND THE MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX!

Sooooooooooooooooooooo————–

GenuFLECT to CORporate POWer.
The SupREME court has RULED, don’t you see?
CorpoRAtions are VERY special PEEEEEE puuuuul…

Spoken: CAMPAIGN FINANCE REFORM, IS IT HISTORY??

Be Kind to You Corporate Friends

  • tune:  Be Kind to Your Web-Footed Friends

Be kind to your corporate friends.
that CEO may be somebody’s father..
Be kind to those guys at the top,
Or your kick-back just might stop.
 
We see that they make lots of dough,
And they say we can share in the P-i-e.
But we are not stupid or slow,
And we know this is a lie.
 
Be kind to your corporate friends.
They may be your key to employment..
Be kind to those boys in the suits
If you want to share the loot.
 
Learn to golf and to choose the best wine.
Feel at home in a very select class.
In the world of the corporate elite,
Play the game—and—KISS ASS! (SMACK LIPS)
 
You MAY think that this is the end—
And it is! (smack lips three times)