He had a job with Wessex water
It was a damn good job boys
A dam good job
But you see he couldn't stay
It breaks my heart
It was a job for life
Or a life for job?
You see the money stop flowing
Down at the water works
The work dried up
He was parched as starched shirts
But a dam good job!
It was
You know it never rains but it pours
Down at the wishing well shores
Where the tide came in
And we all grew thin
On fat wages
Meant for better ages
It's a slow drip, drip
Like the news fed
Up at the panda enclosure
Life in black and white
It was a slippery slope.
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