I went up for my interview on the 4th day of July The personnel man he questioned me, until I nearly cried Made me fill in forms, until I shook with fear About the colour of my toilet roll and if my cousins queer Here's your gold watch and the shackles for your chains And your piece of paper, to say you left here sane And if you've a son who wants a good career Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for 20 years He asked me how many jobs id had before He nearly had a heart attack when I answered four Four jobs of 20 years or more, this can never be We only take on men, who work on until they die Here's your gold watch and the shackles for your chains And your piece of paper, to say you left here sane And if you've a son who wants a good career Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for 20 years He took me outside to where the gravestones stand in line This is where we bury them, in quickstone and in lime And if you're going to work for us, this you must agree That if you're going to die, please do it during tea break Here's your gold watch and the shackles for your chains And your piece of paper, to say you left here sane And if you've a son who wants a good career Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for 20 years This story that you've hear, you may think rather queer But it is the truth you'll be surprised to hear I did not want some job up on the board I just wanted to take a broom and sweep the bloody floor