As we go to the table, we will bargain for your pay
But management prerogative, we always shall obey
for the management’s our milk cow and we’re drinking from the udder
For the bosses hear us singing bread and butter, bread and butter

We’ll fight for health insurance and we’ll fight to get a raise
But not for schools or housing, because we know our place
And demands beyond the shop floor, you’ll never hear us utter
For the bosses hear us singing, bread and butter, bread and butter

If dictators bust up unions, why should we even care?
We’ll make a deal to build the tanks they’re driving over there
Until our jobs gets outsourced, once they’ve cleared up all the clutter
For the bosses hear us singing bread and butter, bread and butter

We’ve grown out of rabble rousers, we’ve grown out of union thugs
We settle labor grievances with a golf game and a shrug
But pass out one more leaflet and we’ll whack you with our putters
For the bosses hear us singing, bread and butter, bread and butter

Hold tight to every contract, hold tight to every perk-
We’ll fight for every worker, as long they’re at work!
But once you punch out, buddy, that’s between you and the gutter
Where the bosses hear us singing, bread and butter, bread and butter