I went up for my interview on the fourth
day of July. First old man he questioned me until I nearly cried, Made me
fill in forms until I shook with fear About the colour of my toilet roll and
if my cousin's queer.
CHROUS:
Here's your goldwatch and the
shackles for your chain And your piece of paper to say you left here
sane. And if you've a son who wants a good career Just get him to sign on
the dotted line and work for fifty years. CHORUS.
He asked me how many
jobs I'd had before. He nearly had a heart attack when I answered,
four. Four jobs in twenty years, oh, this can never be We only take on
men who work until they die. CHORUS.
He took me outside to where the
gravestones stand in line. This is where we bury them in quick-stone and in
lime And if you come to work for us on this you must agree, That if
you're going to die please do it during tea. CHORUS.
This story that you
heard you may think rather queer But it is the truth you'll be surprised to
hear. I did not want no job upon the board, I just wanted to take a broom
and sweep the bloody floor. CHORUS.
Transcribed by Stephen
Sander steve_sander cacdsp.com
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