Working for the Yankee Dollar

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