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Watchchain Blues

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Of « Unemployed Blues ». Text anonymous (≤1981). Tune : « ? ».


1
I went up for my interview
On the fourth day of July
The personnel man he questioned me
ntil I nearly cried
He made me fill in forms
Until I shook with fear
About the colour of my toilet roll
And if my cousin’s queer.
 
(Chorus )
Here’s your gold watch
And shackles for your chains
And your piece of paper
To say you’ve 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 fifty years.
 
2
He asked me how many
Jobs I’d had before
He nearly had a heart attack
When I answered four
Four jobs in twenty years
This can never be
We only take on men
Who work until they die.
 
(Chorus )
 
3
He took me outside to where
The gravestones stood 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
If you’re going to die
Please do it during tea-break.
 
(Chorus )
 
4
This story that I tell you
It may seem rather queer
But it is the truth
You will be surprised to hear
I wasn’t asking for no
Job upon the board
I only wanted to take a broom
And sweep the bloody floor.
 
(Chorus )

Paru aussi dans : South London Anarchist Group (ed.). — Anarchist song book, to tunes you know. — London [UK] : South London Anarchist Group, [1981] (p. 49-50).