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Thread #99275 Message #2101984
Posted By: GUEST,Malcolm Speake
13-Jul-07 - 06:09 PM
Thread Name: Songs about the British Motor Industry
Subject: ADD: Motor Trade Workers (Don Perrygrove)
Below are the words for Motor Trade Workers, this was a song written by Don Perrygrove who was a toolmaker at the Austin Car Factory at Longbridge in Birmingham (now no more). I think Don went to Wales and became a university lecturer, and good luck to him I say. You can tell from the words he was pretty pissed off with all the criticism car workers used to get at that time. If you're interested Varner Road was a notorious place for prostitution, these days all the girls operate from so called massage parlors. I think Banner Theatre have sung this number as part of one of their productions.
Motor Trade Workers (Don Perrygrove)
Oh we are those 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
Each morning we rise around seven And drive to our mechanised heaven We drink cans of tea have a laugh and a crack Then the half-seven bell rings and off goes the track Off goes the track off goes the track Then 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 switches and knobs And he has us poor working lads sweating great cobs Sweating great cobs sweating great cobs And he has us poor working lads sweating great cobs
We're pressing and turning and milling We're finishing and trimming and drilling We paint and wet flat and we rivet and bore While the foreman walks round like a Varner Road whore Varner Road whore Varner Road whore While the foreman walks round like a Varner Road whore
The big banker who's running our nation Claims we are the cause of stagflation He sits at his desk on his fat pin stripped arse While we do the donkeywork he counts the brass He counts the brass he counts the brass While we do the donkeywork he counts the brass
Our trade fluctuate with the season That's mainly the cause and the reason We organise now and go in with both feet For tomorrow we may well be walking the street Walking the street walking the street For tomorrow we may well be walking the street
Investors and financial backers Are greedily counting the ackers That they have procured by a working mans sweat Then the bastards begrudge us the wages we get Wages we get wages we get Then the bastards begrudge us the wages we get
So a word to you wealthy fat Tories Who dream up those newspaper stories If it's true what they say and we're all in the stew Then we're the red peppers the dumplings are you Dumplings are you dumplings are you Then we're the red peppers the dumplings are you