"We're out of work and on the dole
So shove the red flag up your hole.

The uniform that we salute,
It is the clapped out bolier suit.

The Union said it'd fight for me -
It's only made a c**t of me.
I always paid my Union dues -
The bastards spent them all on booze.

But the working class can now kiss my arse -
I've got the foreman's job at last."

Don't applaud - just throw money.