one, two, three, four, join the Marching Jobless Corps
no work in the factory, no more manufacturing
all the tools are broke [bad word]  every wheel and window busted
through the city streets we go, idle as a CEO,
idle as a CEO

One, two, three, four, join the Marching Jobless Corps
we don't have to pay no rent, sleeping in a camping tent
dumpster diving don't take money, every bite we share with twenty
let the yuppies have their wine, bread and water suit us fine

One, two, three, four, join the Marching Jobless Corps
worked and paid our union dues, what did years of that produce?
Houses, cars and other [bad word]  for the riches' benefit
what do workers get for pay? Hungry, broke and thrown away

One, two, three, four, pick yourselves up off the floor
unemployment marches on so we'll sing a marching song
for a land, a world of justice where no cop or boss can bust us
there'll be work for every hand in a new and better land