Minimum Wage Strike - David Rovics

When I awoke one morning

There was a feeling in the air

Everything was quiet

Things were different everywhere

The Wobblies were back again

With Joe Hill at the mike

When all the minimum-wage workers went on strike

There was no one flipping burgers

All the grills were cold

Onion rings were in their bags

Fries were growing mold

There were no baristas at Starbucks

Asking, «How many shots would you like?»

When all the minimum-wage workers went on strike

There was no one pumping gasoline

No one driving from town to town

No one at the registers

All the highways were shut down

The cars were stuck in their garage

Businessmen on bikes

When all the minimum-wage workers went on strike

The fruit was falling off the trees

No one to load the trucks

Corn was rotting on the stalk

No farm hands to shuck

The workfare workers were hanging at home

Spending the day with their tykes

When all the minimum-wage workers went on strike

Yuppie parents were housebound

Their nannies left the job

Wal-Mart workers said,"Enough

Of our labor has been robbed."

The FootLocker was locked up

The boss had to take a hike

When all the minimum-wage workers went on strike

(Repeat first verse)