While researching Whitney’s Wal Mart rage I came across Windchime Walker’s collection of Raging Grannies’ and other’s tunes to keep in your hear when Wal Mart is turning your mainstreet in to a ghost town. Sure, most of them are Christmas melodies, but they’re still fun.

Wal Mart Is Coming To Town
Tune: Santa Claus Is Coming to Town

You’d better watch out, it’s happening fast
Mom and Pop shops are a thing of the past
Wal-Mart stores are coming to town

The corner store’s gone, it couldn’t compete
With mega-marts covering a million square feet
Wal-Mart stores are coming to town

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Hark The Wal Mart Banners Say
Tune: Hark, the Herald Angels Sing!

Hark, the Wal-Mart banners say,
“It’s made in, the U.S.A.”
But read the fine print and you’ll see,
Most things come from overseas.

Sweatshop factories exploit children,
While Sam Walton rakes in billions
Tell us where your factories are,
Do they exploit the world’s poor?
Hark, to Wal-Mart, Grannies rage,
People deserve a living wage!

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Away In A Sweatshop
by the Canadian Raging Grannies
Tune: Away In A Manger

Away in sweatshop where no one can see
The immigrant seamstresses work constantly
Conditions are awful, the pay is absurd
The boss he will fire them if they say a word.
Away in a fact’ry, an ocean away
Young girls making shoes for a dollar a day.
Please do not complain about exploitation

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Look At Wal Mart
Tune: Clementine

Look at Wal-Mart in your city
Where the people often shop,
It’s a store that sells cheap products
Made in foreign sweatshops.

Chorus
So stop shopping at this Wal-Mart
‘Til it treats its workers well,
And if Wal-Mart won’t cooperate,
They can just go straight to hell.

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Say No To Wal Mart
by Rose DeShaw
Tune: Hail, Hail the Gang’s All Here

Wal-Mart’s the problem here
Why the heck do we care?
‘Cause they oughta play fair
Hail, Hail, a brand new day
When Wal-Mart learns another way!
(Repeat 3 times)

We Feed The CEOs
by the Canadian Raging Grannies
Tune: It’s Off To Work We Go from Snow White

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, we feed the CEOs
We sweat and sew, they get the dough,
Hi Ho, Hi Ho, Hi Ho,

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, Our lives are full of woe
Our quotas grow, the more we sew
Hi Ho, Hi Ho, Hi Ho,
Oh me, Oh my, we’re worked until we die,
While profits go to CEOs,
Hi Ho, Hi Ho, Hi Ho,

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