| The World Will Know |
| Pulitzer and Hurst, they think we're nothin'! Are we nothin'? (No!) Pulitzer and Hurst, they think they got us! Do they got us? (No!) Even though we ain't got hats or badges We're a union just by sayin' so! And the World will know! What's it gonna take to stop the wagons? Are we ready? (Yeah!) What's it gonna take to stop the scabbers? Can we do it? (Yeah!) We'll do what we gotta do Until we break the will of Mighty Bill and Joe And the World will know! And the Journal, too! Mister Hurst and Pulitzer Have we got news for you! Now the World will hear What we got to say We've been hawkin' headlines But we're makin' them today! And our ranks will grow And we'll kick their rear! And the World will know that we've been here! When the circulation bell starts ringin' Will we hear it? (No!) What if the Delanceys come out swingin'? Will we hear it? (No!) When you got a hundred voices singin' Who can hear a lousy whistle blow? |
| And the World will know! That this ain't no game That we got a ton of rotten fruit And perfect aim So they gave their word But it ain't worth beans! Now they're gonna see What stop the presses really means And the day has come And the time is now And the fear is gone And their name is mud And the strike is on And I can't stand blood And the World will... Pulitzer may own The World But he don't own us! (Pulitzer may own The World But he don't own us!) Pulitzer may crack the whip But he won't whip us! (Pulitzer may crack the whip But he won't whip us!) And the World will know! And the world will learn! And the world will wonder how We made the tables turn And the World will see That we had to choose That the things we do today Will be tomorrow's news And the old will fall And the young stand tall And the time is now And the winds will blow And our ranks will grow And grow, and grow, and so The World will feel the fire And finally know! |