1. (Aye) A monument to industry, round giant of the past,
Built in times of sweat and toil when things were made to last.
But nothing lasts forever; Judgement Day had come,
Neither use nor ornament, past days of glory gone.

CHORUS: Ignore the warning crack.
Don't heed the sickening thud,
And turn your face from the empty space
Where the old mill chimney stood.

2. They'd given out the contract to a Bolton steeplejack,
Asked him if he'd put the old mill chimney on its back.
"I'll bring it down," he says, "if you've got the brass to pay,
Not with sticks of dynamite, but in the old time-honoured way." CHORUS

3. They sweated and they toiled and hacked; the bricks fell from the base.
Set two wooden pit-props positioned in their place.
Then the fire was started and the flames they quickly grew,
And the onlookers drew back and watched as the wooden props burned through. CHORUS

4. And the watchers all fell silent as the stack began to sway,
And the warning cry of a Klaxon horn told the end was on its way
As a hundred thousand bricks came swiftly plunging to the ground
With a noise like a mighty thunderclap, you could hear for miles around. CHORUS

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