THE MAN THAT WATERS THE WORKERS' BEER
(Paddy Ryan)

Now, I'm the man, the very fat man, that waters the workers' beer.
Yes, I'm the man, the very fat man, that waters the workers' beer,
And what do I care if it makes them ill, if it makes them terribly queer?
I've a car and a yacht and an aeroplane, and I waters the workers' beer.

Now, when I makes the workers' beer, I puts in strychinine,
Some methylated spirits and a drop of paraffin,
But, since a brew so terribly strong might make them terribly queer,
I reaches my hand for the water tap, and I waters the workers' beer.

Now a drop of good beer is good for a man who's thirsty and tired and hot,
And I sometimes has a drop for myself from a very special lot;
But a fat and healthy working class is the thing that I most fear,
So I reaches my hand for the water tap and I waters the workers' beer.

Now, ladies fair beyond compare, and be it maid or wife,
O sometimes lend a thought for one who leads a wandering life.
The water rates are shockingly high, and meths is shockingly dear,
And there isn't the profit there used to be in watering the workers' beer.

Stu (sent for completeness)