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  I had a job in twenty-nine when everything was going fine.
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  I knew the pace was pretty fast, but thought that it would always last.
  When organizers came to town I'd always sneer and turn them down. 
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  I thought the boss was my best friend and he'd stick by me to the end.
  
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  Ta-ra-ra BOOM de ay! Ain't got a word to say.
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  He chiseled down my pay, then took my job away!
  Boom went the boom one day, it made a noise that way
  I wish I had been wise, next time I'll organize.
  
  I had a little bank account, not very much, a small amount,
  Which to the savings bank I took and all they gave me was a book.
  I pinched on food, I scraped on rent, hardly ever spent a cent.
  My little savings grew and grew, I thought I'd be a big shot, too.
  
  Ta-ra-ra BOOM de ay! It made a noise that way,
  There went my hard-earned pay, saved for a rainy day.
  I must have been a wick, this soup-line makes me sick.
  Where can that banker be? He tore his pants with me.
  
  Then finally it came to pass all I had to eat was grass.
  The wolf don't bother any more-he starved to death right by my door.
  With soup and gas and club and gun they tried to make the system run.
  They said, "Dear friends, now don't get sore, we'll make it like it was before."
  
  Ta-ra-ra BOOM de ay! It busted up one day,
  Those guys that stole my pay went flying every way.
  All that I've got to say, I hope they've gone to stay;
  Each dog must have his day - Ta-ra-ra BOOM- dee-ay!
  
  [By "W.O. Blee" (Anon.)]