Drat! Yer beat me to it any way here it is:

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

CHORUS: I am the man, the very fat man, that waters the workers' beer.
I am 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, a yacht, and an aeroplane, and I waters the workers' beer.

1. Now when I waters the workers' beer, I puts in strychnine,
Some methylated spirits, and a can of kerosene.
Ah, but such a brew so terribly strong, it would make them terribly queer,
So I reaches my hand for the watering can and I waters the workers' beer. CHORUS

2. Now a drop of good beer is good for a man when he's tired, thirsty and 'ot,
And I sometimes have a drop myself, from a very special pot;
For a strong and healthy working class is the thing that I most fear,
So I reaches my hand for the watering can and I waters the workers' beer. CHORUS

3. Now ladies fair, beyond compare, be you maiden or wife,
Spare a thought for such a man who leads such a lonely life;
For the water rates are terribly high, and the meths is terribly dear,
And there isn't the profit there used to be in watering the workers' beer. CHORUS
^^^