When I awoke one mornin', there was a feelin' in the air   Everything was quiet, things were different everywhere   The Wobblies were back again with Joe Hill at the mic   When all the minimum wage workers went on strike      There was no one pumpin' gasoline, no one drivin' from town to town   No one at the registers, all the highways were shut down   The cars were stuck in the garage, CEOs on bikes   When all the minimum wage workers went on strike      There was no one flippin' burgers, all the grills were cold   Onion rings were in their bags, fries were growin' mold   There were no baristas at Starbucks askin', "How many shots would you like?"   When all the minimum wage workers went on strike      The fruit was fallin' off the trees, no one to load the truck   Corn was rotting on the stalks, no farmhands to shuck    The Workfare workers were hangin' at home, spendin' the day with their tykes   When all the minimum wage workers went on strike      Yuppie parents were housebound, their nannies left the job   Wal-Mart workers said, "Enough of our labor has been robbed"   The Foot Locker was locked up, the boss had to take a hike   When all the minimum wage workers went on strike      When I awoke one mornin', there was a feelin' in the air   Everything was quiet, things were different everywhere   The Wobblies were back again with T-Bone at the mic   When all the minimum wage workers went on strike,   When all the minimum wage workers went on strike