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I went up for my interview on the fourth day of July.
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First old man he questioned me until I nearly cried,
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Made me fill in forms until I shook with fear
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About the colour of my toilet roll and if my cousin's queer.
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CHROUS:
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Here's your goldwatch and the shackles for your chain
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And your piece of paper to say you left here sane.
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And if you've a son who wants a good career
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Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for fifty
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years. CHORUS.
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He asked me how many jobs I'd had before.
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He nearly had a heart attack when I answered, four.
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Four jobs in twenty years, oh, this can never be
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We only take on men who work until they die. CHORUS.
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He took me outside to where the gravestones stand in line.
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This is where we bury them in quick-stone and in lime
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And if you come to work for us on this you must agree,
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That if you're going to die please do it during tea. CHORUS.
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This story that you heard you may think rather queer
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But it is the truth you'll be surprised to hear.
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I did not want no job upon the board,
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I just wanted to take a broom and sweep the bloody floor.
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CHORUS.
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Goldwatch Blues
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