Road crew

 Oh they're cleaning the drains down the street

Singing like canaries so sweet

Their hard iron bells

Clang like workers in hell

Dropping pipes with a wing and wang,

a crash and a bang

And a "oh honey can't you tell!?"

Their pneumatic drills

Pirouetting with skill

As the turn of the screw

This and every road crew

Who I ever knew

As they shave off a lump

Or grind down a bump

To make it fit

They might jump

And flatten a hump

Oh all hail to the road crew

They sing as they sting

With hammer and tong

Their black tar rhyme

But who's done them wrong?

No no one in time

Just the prime paint of this song

The white lines they write on our roads

These Shakespeares of tarmac

So white they are black

So dark and yet light of spirit and flight

Or fight on the pavement oh curb on your Kerb

They'll put a curse on both your houses if you try to disturb

Their road work

Their road work

What's it like on the other side of the road?

They won't ever know for their is an endless ode