Still Holding My Stomach In

Whipping cones to the Rolling Stones
Afternoons when you’re all alone
She don’t believe that I paid union subs
At seventeen on my Saturday job
Big business won’t protect you son
Pay your dues and join a union
I’m in her room and she’s got nothing on
We’ll pay our dues and we’ll join a union
The record ends, she puts the tv on
She mutes the sound so she can hear the hum
Still hold my stomach in for her benefit
She knows the truth but appreciates the effort
Big business won’t protect you son
Pay your dues and join a union
I’m in her room and she’s got nothing on
We’ll pay our dues and we’ll join a union