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I went up for my interview on the 4th day of July |
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The personnel man he questioned me, until I nearly cried |
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Made me fill in forms, until I shook with fear |
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About the colour of my toilet roll and if my cousins queer |
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Here's your gold watch and the shackles for your chains |
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And your piece of paper, to say you left here sane |
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And if you've a son who wants a good career |
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Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for 20 years |
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He asked me how many jobs id had before |
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He nearly had a heart attack when I answered four |
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Four jobs of 20 years or more, this can never be |
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We only take on men, who work on until they die |
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Here's your gold watch and the shackles for your chains |
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And your piece of paper, to say you left here sane |
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And if you've a son who wants a good career |
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Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for 20 years |
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He took me outside to where the gravestones stand in line |
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This is where we bury them, in quickstone and in lime |
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And if you're going to work for us, this you must agree |
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That if you're going to die, please do it during tea break |
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Here's your gold watch and the shackles for your chains |
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And your piece of paper, to say you left here sane |
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And if you've a son who wants a good career |
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Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for 20 years |
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This story that you've hear, you may think rather queer |
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But it is the truth you'll be surprised to hear |
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I did not want some job up on the board |
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I just wanted to take a broom and sweep the bloody floor |
