Load up on signs and red shirts too
The Writers Guild has come for you
The studios hoard the revenues
Go on, put on your striking shoes
Hello, hello, hello, hello
No dough, no dough, no dough, no dough
No show, no show, no show, no show
A.F. A.F. L.C.I.O.
With our striking
We will drain you
We’re the ones who
Entertain you
No, the reruns
Won’t sustain you
Entertain you
You can’t do what we do best
Treat us unfairly, we protest
We will not break, we will not bend
We’ll keep on striking ‘til the end
Hello, hello, hello, hello
No dough, no dough, no dough, no dough
No show, no show, no show, no show
A.F. A.F. L.C.I.O.
With our striking
We will drain you
We’re the ones who
Entertain you
No, the reruns
Won’t sustain you
We’re the ones who
Entertain you
We will drain you
We will drain you
We will drain you
We will drain you
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