Native son, born in the shadow of the Liberty Bell,
Chosen one, for the work places of living hell;
Thousands killed on the altars of greed,
Millions injured every year.
Cancer-makers on a raging stampede,
Strap us to poison and fear.

Organizer, in the airs of uncertainty,
Mobilizer in the wars inside the chemical sea;
Stir the ranks at the bottom of the shop,
Make them take us seriously.
Let the cream of the crop rise to the top,
Whose bottom line is solidarity.

[Refain] Then raise your hands, and open your eyes;
With millions dying there’s no time for compromise.
Our children’s future demands that we take a stand –
So come on dance, dance, dance, dance, dance,
Teach us all you can.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance –
With Phila-POSH and Moran, Phila-POSH and Jimmy Moran

Trouble-teacher to the circles of the powers-that-be,
Safety preacher to the victims of the invisible debris;
Empower those under the iron heel, this is the mobilizer’s scheme.
Make the forces of suffering yield, this is the organizer’s dream

[Refain]

All the people like them, men and women, who right from the beginning
Have been working and giving for our health and safety living,
My friend – Phila-POSH and Jimmy Moran, Mover and Shaker Moran