One, two, three, four,
Join the marching jobless Corps,
No work in the factories,
No more manufacturing,
All the tools are broke and rusted,
Every wheel and window busted,
Through the city streets we go
Idle as a CEO,
Idle as a CEO.
One, two, three, four,
Join the marching jobless corps,
We don’t have to pay no rent,
Sleeping in a camping tent,
Dumpster diving don’t take money
Every bite we share with twenty,
Let the yuppies have their wine,
Bread & water suit us fine,
Bread & water suit us fine.
One, two, three, four,
Join the marching jobless corps
Work and pay our union dues,
What did years of that produce?
Palaces and fancy tellies,
Shiny cars, designer wellies,
What do workers get for pay?
Hungry broke and thrown away
Hungry broke and thrown away.
One, two, three, four,
Pick yourselves up off the floor,
Unemployment marches on,
So we’ll song a marching song,
For a land, a world of justice,
Where no boss’s greed can bust us,
There’ll be work for every hand
In a new and better land,
In a new and better land.