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"Stick 'Em Up" (karaoke)

"Stick 'Em Up" (sheet music)


Wherever we may stroll today, our fellow slaves will know;
We'll leave a trail of stickerettes no matter where we go;
On every slave-pen in the land, on every fence and tree,
The agitators will be stuck for every slave to see.

Stuck right, stuck right, S-T-U-C-K!
Stuck right, stuck right, all along the way!
All you slaves who read them, hurry and get wise;
Line up in the O.B.U. and organize!

Now all the bosses and their stools will think they're out of luck
To see the spots of black and red where stickerettes are stuck;
And after they have scratched them off and shook their fists and swore,
They'll turn around to find again about a dozen more.

Stuck right, stuck right, S-T-U-C-K!
Stuck right, stuck right, all along the way!
All you slaves who read them, hurry and get wise;
Line up in the O.B.U. and organize!

Upon the back of every truck, on packages and cards,
Upon the boats and in the mines, and in the railroad yards,
From Maine to California, and even further yet,
No matter where you look you'll see a little stickerette!

Stuck right, stuck right, S-T-U-C-K!
Stuck right, stuck right, all along the way!
All you slaves who read them, hurry and get wise;
Line up in the O.B.U. and organize!

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