Whipping cones to the Rolling Stones Afternoons when you're all alone She don't believe that I paid union subs At seventeen on my Saturday job
Big business won't protect you son Pay your dues and join a union I'm in her room and she's got nothing on We'll pay our dues and we'll join a union
The record ends, she puts the tv on She mutes the sound so she can hear the hum Still hold my stomach in for her benefit She knows the truth but appreciates the effort
Big business won't protect you son Pay your dues and join a union I'm in her room and she's got nothing on We'll pay our dues and we'll join a union