Shifts are t’scourge o’ workin’ man.
Some evil beggars master plan.
Your geddin’ up for earlies but.
Not wakkened yet an’ eyes still shut.
Bi t’time thi boss turns in your
Thowts are turnin’ to your dinner.
When ‘ometime comes tha feels thi best.
But don’t be fooled cuz if tha rests.
Or set a while an ‘ave a brew,
Reight off to kip youll likely goo?
On afternoons tha wont bi gainin’.
Much int’line of entertainin’.
T’social lifes the victim ere.
Of ‘ours that’s best described as queer.
Bi t’time you’ve settled in t’day.
Th’office lot are on their way.
tha sez “taddah” thi pains disguised.
This two to tens not civilised.
You get to th’aleouse soon as con.
And find thi mates are three parts gone.
Dark days art’wost bi far I’d say.
A cruel way to earn thi pay.
To graft when folk are in their bed.
This kinda life were surely med.
For alley cats an’ tawny owls.
Pale faced chaps wi’ cast iron bowels.
Not normal folk like thee an’ me.
Oo only really want to be.
Asleep at neight at work int’day.
Wi evenin’s off to spend our pay.