The Weavers?

We are all met together here to sit and to clack
We have yarn upon the loom and condoms on the rack
Just rub one on your bobbin and your bloody yarn won't snap
That's what it takes for the weavers

If it was not for the condoms, what would we do?
We could'nt weave a sari, there'd be very few
We'd hear the cries from Bombay
And from 'ol Calcutta too
If it weren't for the work of the weavers.

Now weavin' is a trade that keeps the people clad
And a shortage of saris would indeed be very bad
And the loons up in the Punjab
Well they'd be very sad
And they'd be kinda' pissed at the weavers

If it was not for the condoms, what would we do?
Without the lubricant you can't run a freakin loom
The folks all down in Dakar
Would surely feel the gloom
If it weren't for the work of the weavers

The ruling body came and said this practice must desist
We are but humble weavers, how can we resist?
But I'll go to my grave with a condom in my fist
And I'll be glorified by the weavers

If it was not for the condoms, a half a mil a day,
Weavin fancy saris would offer little pay
The sacred cows of government should surely go away
And leave the weavin' up to the weavers.

Welcome back Aine, we missed you. Best I could do on short notice.

Clifton