You need not say a single word
I can read your angry eyes
Yes I've had a drink or two
With all the day shift guys
Indeed we closed down Ernie's
In a most rememberable way
With bitter words we made our toast
To the new American way

I've raised my glass forty years or more
To brides and newborn babes
Tonight I hurled it to the floor
They stole our dream today

At Nine A.M. those Boston brats
Shut this old factory down
That was just the first mean blow
They laid on this old factory town
They're parsing out but two weeks pay
For all our years of sweat
We asked about our pensions
No answer did we get

I've raised my glass forty years or more
To brides and newborn babes
Tonight I hurled it to the floor
They stole our dream today

We drove four hours to corporate towers
To ask our so called bosses
To reconcile their new found gains
With our profound new losses
But Ammerman, McGrath, and Potter
Hid from Jimmy, Jenny, and me
While a stiff and stammering Boston cop
Marched us back down to the street

Jimmie Lamore turns sixty-four
With no retirement pay
Charlie Hall who's lived here all
His years tomorrow will say
There is no future here my son
You must move away
And as for you and me, my dear
They stole our dream today

I've raised my glass forty years or more
To brides and newborn babes
Tonight I raised then hurled it down
To the new American way