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					Fat Cat Tune: Top Cat theme with words by Liverpool Socialist Singers
                                                                                        Liverpool Socialist Singers

FAT CAT ! The indefensible FAT CAT!                                       Songs for Party Conferences Sept/Oct 2011
The reprehensible leader of the Tory regime
He's just like a cat with the cream                                     Bella Ciao Adapted from an Italian antifascist song with new words by
FAT CAT!                                                                Liverpool Socialist Singers
You know you want to just run him out of town
He's unfair, he don't care, he's a millionaire                          Oh we are singing for bread and justice
He's a Tory prat                                                        O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
FAT CAT!                                                                We are singing for bread and justice
                                                                        And a revolution now!
FAT CAT! The indefensible FAT CAT!
The reprehensible banking bailout scandalous scheme                     Oh we are singing for peace and freedom
Treats him like the cat with the cream                                  O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
FAT CAT!                                                                We are singing for peace and freedom
You know you want to just tax him ‘til he squeals                       We will not be silenced now!
He's a cad,he's a toff
It's the biggest rip-off. He's a bonus brat                             Oh the bankers get all the favours
FAT CAT!                                                                Bella ciao, Bella ciao, Bella ciao, ciao ciao
                                                                        The bankers get all the favours
                                                                        And we need to change that now

                                                                        Don’t be fooled by talk of recession
                                                                        Bella ciao, Bella ciao, Bella ciao, ciao ciao
                                                                        Don’t be fooled by talk of recession
                                                                        The rich stay rich the poor stay poor

                                                                        Come join a union to fight injustice
                                                                        Bella ciao, Bella ciao, Bella ciao, ciao ciao
      We are a group of singers with socialist ideals. We               Join a union to fight injustice
     stand with those who call for peace and justice, who               And to bring the bosses down!
        oppose fascism and who support the rights of
           workers. To contact us see our website                       Support the struggle and raise your voices
              www.liverpoolsocialistsingers.net                         Bella ciao, Bella ciao, Bella ciao, ciao ciao
                                                                        Support the struggle and raise your voices
                                                                        We will make them hear us now!
 Union Maid Woody Guthrie with new alternative verses 3 &4 by Liverpool   The Internationale Pottier and De Geyter
Socialist singers
                                                                           Arise ye starvelings from your slumbers, arise ye prisoners of want.
There once was a union maid, she never was afraid                         For reason in revolt now thunders and at last ends the age of cant.
Of the goons and the ginks and the company finks                          So away with all your superstitions, servile masses arise, arise
And the deputy sheriffs who made the raid                                 We'll change forthwith the old conditions
She went to the union hall when a meeting it was called                   And spurn the dust to win the prize.
and when the Legion boys came round
She always stood her ground                                               So comrades, come rally
                                                                          And the last fight let us face
Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union,                        The Internationale unites the human race.
I'm sticking to the union, I'm sticking to the union.                     So comrades, come rally
Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union,                        And the last fight let us face
I'm sticking to the union 'til the day I die.                             The Internationale unites the human race.

This union maid was wise to the tricks of company spies,                  No saviour from on high delivers, no faith have we in prince or peer
She couldn't be fooled by a company stool,                                Our own right hand the chains must shiver, chains of hatred, greed
She'd always organise the guys                                            and fear
She always got her way when she struck for better pay,                    E'er the thieves will give up their booty, and give to all a happier lot.
She’d show her card to the National Guard                                 Those at the forge must do their duty ,and we'll strike while the iron
And this is what she'd say........                                        is hot.
CHORUS                                                                    CHORUS.

There once was a union maid, she never was afraid                         Better Fed than Dead (to the tune of Daisy Daisy)
To represent her members rights, against the bosses power and might
She fought to defend their jobs, when government cuts were made           Trident, Trident – what an absurd idea!
And when the bully-boys came round, she always stood her ground           Thousands homeless all for the price of fear
CHORUS                                                                    We can’t afford medication, or proper education
                                                                          But we must pay a million a day so that Britain can disappear!
A woman's struggle is hard, even with a union card
She's got to raise her voice out loud                                     Trident, Trident – give us a break, please do
She's got to organise the crowd
                                                                          We’d go bankrupt, all for the price of you
She has to raise the kids, on very little pay
                                                                          We’d lose even more employment and most of life’s enjoyment
So she needs the help that a union brings, and that is why we say
CHORUS                                                                    So sling your hook to the history books and no-one will cry boo hoo
     Oh Mr Cameron Tune O Mr Porter (George Le Brunn)
   Words Norma & Alun Parry and Liverpool Socialist Singers (v 4)   Roll the Union On Woody Guthrie

Oh Mr Cameron, what can I do                                        We’re gonna roll (we’re gonna roll)/We’re gonna roll (we’re gonna
I never voted Tory but I ended up with you                          roll) We’re gonna roll the Union on x2
Now we’ve got two muppets governing the land                        And if the bosses get in the way we’re gonna roll right over them,
Oh Mr Cameron I just don’t understand !                             Gonna roll right over them, gonna roll right over them
                                                                    And if the bosses get in the way we’re gonna roll right over them,
                                                                    We’re gonna roll the Union on …
Oh Mr Cameron please don’t think me mean                            CHORUS
But I really think we should bring back the guillotine
For you and Clegg and Osborne and Lady Thatcher too                 listen out for more verses about Tories, multinational companies,
They’re the only kind of cuts I want to see from you                bankers, Cameron, Clegg, Murdoch etc

Oh Mr Cameron what can I do                                         Oh I do want to get an education Tune: John Glover-Kind (1907),
I voted for one party now I’ve ended up with two                    with new words by Liverpool Socialist Singers
You and Nick together, he’s eating out your hand
Like a little puppy dog obeying your command                        Oh I do want to get an education
CHORUS                                                              At a school down the road from you and me.
                                                                    And I do want to have a lot of fun fun fun
Oh Mr Cameron I know what I’ll do
We’ll have a revolution – and we’ll get rid of you                  And an int’resting curriculum.
You and all your cronies banished from the land                     Oh I don’t want to go to an academy
We’ll have the workers run the show, now wouldn’t that be grand     They should listen to the parents and the kids.
CHORUS                                                              There is plenty stuff besides which they’re trying hard to hide
                                                                    About academies; they’re not for me!
Oh Mr Cameron, you may be stinking rich
That doesn’t make it fair to throw our healthcare in the ditch      Oh they say they’re going to have a consultation
Pawn it all for profit and it isn’t hard to guess                   And they’re promising to listen to what we say
We’ll rot away if we can’t pay: hands off our NHS!                  And they say that democracy is cool, cool, cool
CHORUS x2                                                           Well we’d like to have some in our school.
                                                                    Cos the parents aren’t invited to the meetings
                                                                    And the teachers have been threatened with the sack.
                                                                    So it’s easy to decide that we’ll be standing side by side
                                                                    Against academies; they’re not for me!
 Power in the Union (verses 1 and 2 )      Billy Bragg                Which Side Are You On (Trad / Florence Reece /plus new words by
                                                                      Liverpool Socialist Singers)
There is power in the factory there’s power in the land.
Power in the hands of the worker.                                     Chorus (sing it after every verse)
But it all amounts to nothing if together we don’t stand.             Which side are you on? Which side are you on?
There is power in a union.                                            Which side are you on? Which side are you on?

Now the lessons of the past were all learned with workers blood
The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for.                           Come all you good workers! Good news to you I’ll tell
From the cities and the farmlands to the trenches full of mud.        Of how the good old union Has come in here to dwell.
War has been the bosses way, sir.
                                                                      We fought a million battles, to defend our hard-won rights
       The union for ever, defending our rights                       We're going to have to fight again I ask you here tonight.
       Down with the blackleg, all workers unite
       With our brothers and our sisters from many far off lands      Come all you good people You women and you men
       There is power in a union.                                     Once more our backs are to the wall ,we're being attacked again.

Raise Your Banners John Tams                                          They work in coalition to justify their might
                                                                      They might sit in the commons, it doesn’t mean they’re right.
Bound together through the land; keep the spirit keep the way
Brother, sister, make a stand: unity will win the day.                Cameron’s a tory and Clegg’s a tory too
                                                                      The likes of them don’t know how hard It is for me and you.
Raise your banner high! Strength to strength and line by line.
Unity must never die – raise your banner high!                        The MPs and the bosses, won’t work for average pay
                                                                      But they’d put us all on work fare, and strip real jobs away
Those who stand against all strife; those who stand for liberty
Fight to win a better life – fight to keep the future free!           Cuts in public service won’t affect the likes of them
                                                                      Before it starts we need to fight, and then we’ll fight again
CHORUS.
                                                                      We need to fight the fascists for hatred’s what they breed
Though the struggle brings you pain; though the struggle brings you   We’re black, we’re white, we’re gay we’re straight
tears                                                                 We’ll smash their racist creed.
Yours will be the final gain; you shall hear the victory cheers.
                                                                      Don’t listen to the Tories ,don’t listen to their lies
CHORUS.                                                               Us working folk ain’t got a chance, unless we organise

				
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