I am trying to find the words to yet another parody from the late '50s that I remember a part of as follows:

Miners life is soft and cushy
In their air conditioned home
They have lovely hours and wages
Still they'll grumble and they'll groan
Persecute their organizers
Throw their leaders into jail
Keep your eyes upon the dollar
Readjust the crooked scales.

Any help in this department? I heard it in the Villiage as a folk musician in 1960. I am not a neo-con, but I liked the black humor.