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[Intro]
[Verse 1]
The rain is falling on the site, the tea's upon the brew,
We're sittin' on our arseholes with bugger-all to do.
Outside our picks and shovels lads, they slowly rust away.
We're rained off and contented on four pounds a day.
[Chorus 1]
Four pounds a day my lads and nothing much to do,
No trouble from the foreman he's in the union too.
Some want the rain to go to Spain we want the rain to stay.
We're rained off and contented on four pounds a day.
[Verse 2]
It's early in the morning, we start at ten o'clock,
We search the skies impatiently, Bejays! I felt a drop.
The can lads are on bonus and each brew means better pay.
We're rained off and contented on four pounds a day.
[Chorus 2]
Four pounds a day my lads and nothing much to do,
No trouble from the foreman he's in the union too.
Some want the rain to go to Spain we want the rain to stay,
We're rained off and contented on four pounds a day.
[Verse 3]
So Freddie get the cards out, the racing page as well,
And as for the contractors we hope they go to hell.
It looks as if the rain's set in, we shan't do much today.
What matter if on Friday we all draw our pay.
[Chorus 3]
Four pounds a day my lads and nothing much to do,
No trouble from the foreman he's in the union too.
Some want the rain to go to Spain we want the rain to stay.
We're rained off and contented on four pounds a day.