T'was on the Monday morning, the gas man came to call
The gas tap wouldn't turn, I wasn't getting any gas at all
He tore out all the skirting boards to try and find the main
And I had to call a carpenter to put them back again
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do
T'was on the Tuesday morning, the carpenter came 'round
He hammered and he chiseled and he said look what I've found
Your joyces are full of dry rot, but I'll put them all to rights
Then he nailed right through a cable and out went all the lights
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do
T'was on a Wednesday morning, the electician came
He called me Mr. Sanders and which isn't quite me name
He couldn't reach the fuse box without standing on the bin
And his foot went through a window, so I called the glazier in
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do
T'was on the Thursday morning, the glazier came along
With his blowtorch and his putty, and his merry glazier song
He put another pane in, it took no time at all
But I had to get a painter in to come and paint the wall
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do
T'was on a Friday morning, the painter made a start
With undercoats and overcoats
He painted every part
Every nook and every cranny, but I found when he was gone
He painted over the gas tap and I couldn't turn it on
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do
On Saturday and Sunday, they do no work at all
So it was on the Monday morning that the gas man came to call
