I have a industry in the strike
It does my soul so poor
Come on over if you would
To my industry in the strike

I got the writers picketing on the lines
He lays there all strike by the crossing lines
His lines are worn out, but his heart's still good
At my industry in the strike

Well, I want to end both actors and writers strike
A picket in Hollywood or a million-dollar bill
Only thing's missing is New York picketing
To hunker down here by the lines with me
Hunker down here by the lines with me

Well, I got a picket I've been saving
Now and then I feel like misbehaving
If you're ever in the times in the neighborhood
Drop by my industry in the strike

Thеre's a picket through the lines
When the strike ends, you can see
Everything could stop artificial intelligence
At my industry in the strike

Well, I wouldn't trade it for international writers
Canadian actors or a million-dollar bill
Only thing's missing is New York picketing
To hunker down here by the lines with me
Hunker down here by the lines with me

Well, my industry always cozy and my lines don't bite
The pond's a little chilly in the big Hollywood
But whiskey by the industry warms you up real good
In my industry in the strike

Come on down to my industry in the strike