Holy Joe From Scabsville (Ewan MacColl) Chorus: The kids all call you 'Brown-nose', Holy Joe They say the Coal Board bought you long ago A scab has covered wife and kids with shame If they've got any sense they'll change their name There's a bloke I know in Scabsville who is known as Holy Joe He's working at a face down in the mine On his way to work you'll see him give the finger to his mates As the cops have got him through the picket line You can see this man of principle performing on the box 'Freedom' is a favourite word of Joe's It's a case of 'I'm all right Jack' and he's free to be a scab And that's the only principle he knows You can tell him that his job's in danger, he won't turn a hair He doesn't understand a simple fact But when they start to close the pits they don't know where to stop And won't hesitate to give Brown-nose the sack Joe just loves his video, his telly, and his car He doesn't think the unions all that hot He's forgotten the old times as those who made the unions strong Fought for all the benefits he's got The other night I dreamt that Holy Joe came to the pit Butch MacGregor with an axe was standing guard He said, We're grateful for the way you helped to smash the NUM Now you've served your purpose, here's your cards Holy Joe went pale as death and cried, You can't do that to me Sucker, d'ye wanna bet? said Mac We can flush you down the toilet, we can bury you in slag Now you don't have any union at your back The moral of this story is directed at the mugs Who've taken on the blacklegs' dirty role By scabbing you're endangering the future of the mines And are asking for a lifetime on the dole SKW oct99
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