That John Kerry's obscure,
Is there truth to be told?
And he's married to Heinz fifty-seven.
It's that ketchup that's slow,
All the plants stateside closed,
Outsourced is that condiment that you pour,
Ooh, ooh and he's married to Heinz fifty-seven.

A sign on, the plant wall,
Moved Kuala Lumpur,
When jobs go to third herd, it's demeaning.
John Kerry, take a look,
Unemployment you bring,
The cheap labor you sought is greed driven.
Ooh, don't knuckle under,
Ooh, don't knuckle under.

It's like stealing you bet,
But you always contest,
And we hear it your lying and stealing.
All your talk, so it seems,
Is just really smoke screens,
Poor job choices for those who are looking,
Ooh, you'll drag us under,
Ooh, you really drag us under.

Profits are opportune,
In a place like Cancun.
A job wiper for profits you're squeezin'.
Now you done them all wrong,
All the Heinz plants are gone,
It's the poorest that you don't look after.

Now it's a dust hole in Northboro,
They lost the farm now.
You stopped the sprinkling of assets green.
Now there are few plants not gone bye-bye.
How long will they run,
'Fore it's time to change the site they're on?
And you drag them under.

Your nose you're thumbing as you make dough,
And you bring woe.
Job wipers seeming now you've joined them.
Dear Kerry, you too made the jobs go,
Still you yell so.
You're "fairplay" wise to the profit margin.

As the plants move down the road,
The marrow's cut down to the bone,
Heinz stocks up steady as they grow,
And laid off workers take the blow.
As mortgages begin to fold,
You get the meat they get the lard.
It's just some kethup, it's not gas,
Not all for one and one for all,
Just want to rock on exit poll.

Outsourced plants now num-ber fifty seven.