Pulitzer and Hearst, they think we're nothin'!
Are we nothin'? (No!)
Pulitzer and Hearst, 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 Hearst 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 ringing,
Will we hear it? (No!)
What if the Delanceys come out swinging?
Will we hear it? (No!)
When you got a hundred voices singing
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
Well, 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 our 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!