You brag about your washing, how fine it can feel,
But you're giving your employees a dirty deal

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Come clean, Colgate-Palmolive, come clean,
Your labor relations are the worst I've ever seen.

You talk up a storm about your brand of soap,
But when it comes to grievances, the answer is "Nope!"

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Prices go up but our wages stay down
Colgate-Palmolive is the meanest in town.

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You talk as if butter wouldn't melt in your mouth,
But wages and conditions are from the Deep South.

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The Palmolive facial makes you young and fair
But when it comes to wages, we can live on air.

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No health, no pension when you're old and gray,
Like an empty carton, they just throw you away.

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We love to take a shower, those suds feel grand,
But till you arbitrate we'll use another brand.

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You talk about things of every shape and kind
But it's busting our union that you have on your mind.

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It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
We'll stay on this picket line as long as we must.

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All around the country, all around the state,
We'll tell about the wringing we get from Colgate.

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You're scented deodorant smells like a rose,
But your treatment of the workers makes me hold my nose.

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The housewives will rally, and, what I mean
There'll be no more Fab in that washing machine.

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The unions will rally, and we know they will,
And there'll be no more Ajax on the windowsill.

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All across the country, every city and town,
We'll tell about the Palmolive run-around.

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