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Put it on the Ground

(Robert Priest)
2007-02
Lyrics by Ray Glaser, Music by Bill Wolff
Oh! If you want a raise in pay, all you have to do:
Go and ask the boss for it and he will give it to you.
Yes, he will give it to you, my friends, he will give it to you -
A raise in pay, without delay, oh, he will give it to you.

Ohhh, put it on the ground, spread it all around,
Dig it with a hoe: it will make your flowers grow.

For men who own the industries I'm shedding bitter tears,
They haven't made a single dime in over thirty years,
In over thirty years, my friends, in over thirty years,
Not one thin dime in all that time, in over thirty years. Ohhhh...

It's fun to work on holidays, or when the day is done;
Why should they pay us overtime for having so much fun?
For having so much fun my friends, for having so much fun.
Pay overtime? ‘twould be a crime, for having so much fun. Ohhhh...

Oh, every mine and factory is a place you want to be,
So clean, with air conditioning, off the floor you eat.
There are no fumes or chemicals; it’s safe as safe can be,
And no one’s hurt; there’s not much dirt; it’s safe as safe can be. Ohhhh…

The men who own the industries, they have no bonds and stocks,
They own no yachts and limousines, or gems the size of rocks.
They own no big estates with pools, or silken B.V.D.'s,
Because they pay the working class such fancy salaries. Ohhhh....