Pulitzer and Hearst, they think we're nothing!
Pulitzer and Hearst, they think they got us
Even though we ain't got hats or badges We're a union just by saying so
What's it gonna take to stop the wagons?
What's it gonna take to stop the scabbers?
We'll do what we gotta do until we Break the will of mighty Bill and Joe!
Mister Hearst and Pulitzer We been hawking headlines But we're making 'em today
And we'll kick their rear
When the circulation bell starts ringing,
What if the Delanceys come out swinging?
When you got a hundred voices singing Who can hear a lousy whistle blow? That we got a ton of rotten fruit and perfect aim
Now they're gonna see what "Stop the presses" really means
Pulitzer may own the World but he don't own us ...
Pulitzer may own the World but he don't own--
Pulitzer may crack the whip but he won't whip us!
Pulitzer may crack the whip And the world will wonder how That the things we do today The world will feel the fire