The Works Songtext
von Dillinger

Now, this musical disc is called "The Works"
′Cause you know say every man haffi go pon the works
Whether you're self-employed, or you′re unemployed
Or you work for the Begging of the Tunnel Association
But a the works, Lord have mercy
A the works
If you work for the dole

A the works, a the works
A the works, a the works, a the works
A the works, hehe, a the works
A the works, a the works, a the works

Good morning boss, please a get me a work nuh, sir
Right now the stock is full, so we can't
Employ nobody, so go somewhere else
Thank you boss

A the works, a the works
A the works, a the works, a the works


Good morning lady, can I, umm, umm, a-umm, get a job
In your flower's garden, man, to water your garden?
Well, I′m sorry, but umm, I ain′t got no vacancy
So, umm, I think you gotta go somewhere else, please

A the works, a the works
A the works, a the works, a the works

One bredrin a work upon one of dem
Computer technologist software, please
Say, me a go check dem out, say, me can get one work pon the website
Me a check dem out, say
Walk me bredrin, walk, check your boss and think 'cause, and say
Me can help put down some of the parts to get down thing on the site
Me a check it

A the works, a the works
A the works, a the works, a the works

Well, the boss say, "You can come Monday morning
And thing, you know, and give you a thing"
Him a give you a little starter, you a starter

A the works, a the works
A the works, a the works, a the works
A the works, a the works
A the works, a the works, a the works


Well, hear me nuh!
Monday morning me run gone a work (Trouble!)
Tuesday morning me run gone a work
And Wednesday come, mi say, me must go a work
And Thursday come, mi say, me reach early a work
And Friday come, mi say, me get mi pay a work
And Friday night, mi say, me gone a night club
And Saturday night, mi say, me gone rub-a-dub
And Sunday come, mi haffi go home early
Because Monday morning me haffi go back a work

A the works, a the works
A the works, a the works, a the works
A the works, a the works
A the works, a the works, a the works

Well, hear some man talk ′bout boy dem no love work, you know
But them prefer run go out be late and thing, and go beg
Something and thing, and go take something from a place and thing
But make me tell you this, everything you do, a the work
A work you do
So, by the sweat of your brow you shall eat bread
No man can sit down, or lay down inna bed and thing
And things come to dem, you haffi go out deh and thing
So, anything you do, a the works
You understand da part deh now?

So, a the works, a the works
A the works, a the works, a the works
A the works, a the works
A the works, a the works, a the works

Well!
Gyal fancy, but she a dance go-go
A the works, a the work
Well!
Lady have the nine, but she a sell her body
A the works, a the works, a the works
Cho!
Man pon road, but him a drive London bus
A the works, a the works, a the works