I'm a management consultant, union-busting is my game.
I'm a master of the con job, I'm an expert at the hoax,
And I make my living stealing bread from the mouths of working folks.
CHORUS:
I'm a union-buster, the bosses' trusty aide.
I help keep their employees overworked and underpaid.
In the old days we used gun thugs, we used ginks and finks and goons.
Nowadays we use fancy words but sing the same old tune.
Pitting folks against each other, spreading hatred, fear and lies,
Cutting down the hopes of workers who rise up to organize. CHORUS
There's no tactic I won't stoop to, there's no trick I haven't tried.
To intimidate and infiltrate, to conquer and divide.
I'll wear the union down with litigation and delay,
