Breakfast starts at 7 for the workers
All tired and weary and ready to sleep
Then onto the bus or into the car
Boarding a train to travel afar
Restless and bored souls in a heap
Those people we call the workers

Wearing overalls or ironed suits
Earning their well earned bread
Sat at a desk or digging a road
Slabbing cement or selling their load
The endless cycle they’ll do till their dead
Those people we call the workers

Joking with friends to pass the time
Anything to ease the monotonous day
Using the phone or tending to the sick
Driving around or patting a brick
Time after time and hour after hour
Longing to finish so they can play
Those people we call the workers