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
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.
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
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