Old man, I'll have to sit down.
My legs they have nearly fell off.
My feet are both aching with running about.
And I think we have all done enough.
Whatever we do , they'll want more.
They are ruling the factory with fear.
I don't care how soon it gets to 4 o clock.
And then we can get out of here.
I've never met anyone who likes it.
And folk they keep grumbling all day.
They say that we are working our fingers to the bone.
It's not worth it for what the company pay.
But there is nothing we can do about it.
We all have to carry our load.
They have got us all over a barrel.
For no-one else pay's your road.