There was a revolution
And my eyelids went on strike
And my nostrils staged a walkout
My contract they did not like
And my mouth is saying nothing
My elbows in sympathy
And my legs won’t cross the picket line
Oh woe oh woe is me.
We entered negotiations
With our expectations high
I represented management
And I am a giving guy
But the body parts were greedy
And their agent was my skull
And the contract talks were, shall we say
Nothing at all like dull.
The picket signs were painted
“Down with Me!” is what they say
And the final contract deadline
Is ending with the dawning day
The strike began this morning
Neither party wants to bend
And if my heart walks out on me
This may just be the end.
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