Working Man

Up at dawn, go through the gate Laugh and cry, work till late Labour hard throughout the day Give my best till end of play I'd rather be a working man And try as hard as I can Do my best, impress the boss Coz rolling stones, catch no moss Wash the dishes, mow the lawns Waste the day and then it dawns I'd rather be a working man oh yes I would I'd rather be a working man Now they've put me out to grass Where I'll get fat, sat on my ass………. The gig its up, coz that's my end Retirement drives me round the bend Now it's time to say goodbye This quiet life is just a lie Cut the hedges, walk the dog Drink too much, eat like a hog I'd rather be a working man oh yes I would I'd rather be a working man Thank you one thank you all My working life was all too short Enjoy it men, for time is brief Now I'm a private, she's the chief Wash the dishes, mow the lawns Waste the day and then it dawns I'd rather be a working man…oh yes I'd rather be a working man I'd rather be a working man I'd rather be a working man Oh yes I would