Sorry Joe Lunch Bucket, but there's nothing left for you
Mr CEO had to paint his yachts, a different shade of blue
Sorry Sally Secretary, you'll work until you die
Mr. CEO invested your pension in a pack of lies
Hey, Hey, Hey ho
Mr CEO - Ya gotta go
Hey John Henry, don't ya swing your hammer here
That work is down in Juarez now, pays 100 bucks a year
You know Mr CEO, he is a steel drivin' man
He drove it all out of town, to a foreign land
Hey, Hey, Hey ho
Mr CEO - Ya gotta go
I don't mind capitalism, when its risk and reward
But you ain't playin with your own money, you ain't no Henry Ford
When the dark clouds gather, you'll say we gotta share the pain
But, you got so many golden umbrellas, you' never feel the rain
Hey, Hey, Hey ho
Mr CEO - Ya gotta go
I know a 100 years from now, they'll look on in disbelief
And wonder how you got away with it, no hard time for the thief
Maybe when they look back, with a different set of eyes
They'll say those mission statements and powerpoint, kept us hypnotized