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