Net cap. of five eight thousand pounds They sweat on their way down Report with customs bastards Hang around like clowns the Uh-containers and their drivers Bad indigestion The bowel retention S'before their wages Sometimes in short sleeves Look at a car park for two days Look at a grey port for two days Train line, stone and grey This is not their town Big cigars come out of the ground Sweat on their way down F. Jack's a distant relation Communists are just part time workers And there's no thanks From the loading bay racks Look at a car park for two days Look at a grey port for two days Train line, stone and grey RO-RO roll on roll off The container drivers It's before thir wages Uh-containers Uh-and their drivers
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