I have a LP somewhere called 'The Wide Midlands' which features a song called, I think, 'Motor Trade Workers.'

I'm one of the motor trade workers,
we're labelled as loafers and shirkers.
We're crippling the country, the newspapers say
with too low an output and far too much pay
Far too much pay, far too much pay,
with too low an output and far too much pay.

We rise every morning at seven,
and drive to our mechanised heaven,
we drink cans of tea, have a laugh and a crack,
the the half-seven bell rings and off goes the track.....


Our track is a steel overseer,
we pray he'll break down, but no fear!
For his vital organs are swithes and knobs,
and he has us poor working lads sweating great cobs....


There's more, but I'd have to remind myself (old age, you know.)
Does anyone want it?