Living Wage Carols

Poverty Wage
(to the tune of "Jingle Bells")

Slashing wages here,
And cutting benefits there,
When you're the boss, it's not your loss --
You don't have to care!

Poverty is great,
Subcontracting's a steal,
'Cause viewed from Massachusetts Hall,
Human costs aren't real!

Oh, Poverty wage, poverty wage,
Doesn't pay the bills.
Working for eight bucks an hour,
Makes us all feel ill!

Poverty wage, poverty wage,
Larry does allow.
Seems like he can sleep at night,
But we all wonder how.


Hark, The Harvard Workers Sing
(to the tune of "Hark, The Herald Angels Sing")

Hark, the Harvard Crimson cries,
Money's falling from the skies!
Harvard has a lot of dough, but
Where does all the money go?

Larry takes three hundred thousand,
Sally gets about the same.
Those who manage the endowment
Get ten million to their name.
Suddenly, the money's spent, and
None of the workers got a cent.

Hark, the Harvard workers sing,
Larry is a greedy king.
Larry spends twelve bucks for lunch,
But says for workers, twelve's too much.
Seven dollars, that's what's paid in
Harvard Law School's dining hall,
Nine an hour for the people
Who clean our floors and wash our walls.

Harvard's got a lot of cash, but
Still it pays its workers trash.


Come, Let us Dissuade Him
(to the tune of "Come, All Ye Faithful")

President Larry, King of Harvard's labor,
Thinks workers should work eighty hours a week.
Larry's low wages
Workers find outrageous --

O come, let us dissuade him,
Embarrass and parade him,
Until he says he'll pay for
A living wage.

Larry's office
Sparkles every morning,
But those who clean it cannot pay their rent.
He says that's all right,
They can sleep outdoors at night.

O come, let us dissuade him,
Embarrass and parade him,
Until he says he'll pay for
A living wage.

Larry gets his mail de-
-livered every morning,
But those who sort his mail can't feed their kids.
He thinks that's okay,
Kids want too much, anyway.

O come, let us dissuade him,
Embarrass and parade him,
Until he says he'll pay for
A living wage.


Workers' Wonderland
(to the tune of "Winter Wonderland")

Sally Z, are you listenin'?
There are things that need fixin'.
So don't make a fuss,
Just listen to us,
We can build a workers' wonderland.

No more crappy wages,
No intermediary stages.
The time has come,
Get off of your bum,
We can build a workers' wonderland.

In the meadow, we can build a snowman.
We'll adorn her with a Sally Seal,
We'll say, "Are you greedy?", She'll say "No, man!"
"It's just that I'm so cold I cannot feel."

So Sally, find a heater,
And treat your workers sweeter,
No more delay:
Living wage today!
We can build a workers' wonderland.