The Screen Writers' Marching Song

Rise up and sing!
Courtesy of the latest issue of the WGA magazine "Written By," start marching to this ditty penned in 1934 - back in the days of witty socialism, alcoholism and spry assholes.

I.
Arise, ye movie writers, and cast away your chains!
Executives are human after all!
Shall they still rewrite our scripts, the children of our brains?
And shall we be a supervisor's thrall?
NO! NO! NO! NO! A million million no's!
Not in vain our fountain pens are filled!
The writers all will join
And executives will loin
To monkey with the Screen Writers' Guild!

II.
They pay us weekly salaries, a measly grand or two.
And think we ought to work because we're paid!
Shall we yield and do our job? Will YOU? Will YOU? Will YOU?
Defend the rights the tyrant would invade!
UP! UP! UP! UP! Attack them from the rear!
Never shall the voice of art be stilled!
Through gory battle scenes
Drive your gleaming limousines!
Ye heroes of the Screen Writers' Guild!

III.
Ye gentlemen and ladies that push the fervent pen,
The time has come and Freedom is in sight!
The cudgeled brain grows weary. When a bottle is your yen,
Have at it! And remember: write is write!
DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! Write a masterpiece
Till twenty thousand pages have been filled.
They'll all be thrown away,
But the producers have to pay
To members of the Screen Writers' Guild!

Can you feel the beat?