Jobless America
(to the tune of Irving Berlin's God Bless America, 1938 version)
While the workers gather far across the sea Let us wonder how we stopped being free Let us all reminisce about a workplace fair As we train for jobs that are no longer there
Jobless America, no work for me Eating dog food and unshoed As we search for a job and a home From the strip malls, to the Walmart
To the Starbucks white with foam Jobless America My home sweet home