"Battle Hymn of the Vanilla Socialist Party"

or "So long as the powers that be don't mind"

We demonstrate for workers' rights,
And we always know when to scoot:
As soon as the first policeman arrives,
We run, yelling, "Please don't shoot!"
We vote for those who will serve us well,
Or, more often, for those we fear.
Somehow, the worst always happen to win,
I mean, it happens most ev'ry year!
A little is all that we expect;
And crumbs are all that we demand.
There's no more time for self-respect,
It's time to take the weakest stand:

(chorus)
We'd just like a little bit
So long as the powers that be don't mind
We'll accept whatever we git
And we'll take whatever we find

The Red Flag we laid down long ago;
Behind the White Flag now we stride!
Where "solidarity" was cried to our foe,
"Surrender!" we now say with pride.
Where the powers that be don't order us home,
We might sneak out and ask for more;
But since we workers all do as Romans in Rome,
We're ready to hide; we know the score:
The powers that be are out there;
They own our land, sea, air, and food.
The powers that be are somewhere...
And if we stand up to them, we're screwed.

(chorus)
We'd just like a little bit
So long as the powers that be don't mind
We'll accept whatever we git
And we'll take whatever we find