Working for the Yankee Dollar

Lyrics

Days of older When Marines was a boulder We used to sing this song-a Drinking rum and Coca-Cola Ay, go down to Mona Both mother and daughter Working for the Yankee dollar Now when things is getting better We sing a song that's even madder Drinking rum and ay, a Coca-Cola Ay, go down to Chrysler Motors Both father and brother Working for the Yankee dollar That's a pain, mon From Port Elizabeth to [?] Both home plant and imported too You work hard and get pay as few But the cars you make don't belong to you They work up, up in Michigan They blame us, well you can wish again Capitals goes where the profits be And they couldn't care less if they screw you or me Drinking rum and ay, a Coca-Cola Ay, go down to Ford Motors Both father and brother Working for the Yankee dollars British [?] Misses Tatcher goes to Belfast for a visit Delorean say: "Maggie, you bend over" I'm gonna be your Yankee drover Japanese car, very cute American motors like to shoot Well, if you can't beat them, then you join them And you never have to worry who you're employing Drinking rum and ay, a Coca-Cola Ay, go down, a Mitsubishi Motors Both mama-san and papa-san Working for the Yankee dollar Then cap. Weinberger said "I'll be very frank You make more money when you make a tank Listen here, you dumb [?] Now you're gonna go to work in a star wars [?]" Drinking blood and ay, a Coca-Cola Ay, go down Death Motors Both native and foreigner Dying for the Yankee dollar But workers of the world please listen to me While you're at each other's throats you'll never be free The bosses like you to fight each other But you oughta fight the bosses, not your sister and your brother Drinking rum and Coca-Cola Ay, go down Point Cumana Both mother and daughter Ay, try to stop working for the Yankee dollar We try But I don't know, mon It's hard, mon It's hard