The bovver knuckleheads
stranded him on The Road to Wigan Pier
without a maiden or a silver dime
'bad mistake' says he
for I am Pisces and mutable
can live in sea or land

The currents are my friends
I can float or scale the depths
worry not about me for there's lumpfish caviar
and fresh rain water in constant flow
there's on stress on Wigan's pier
no nine to five in the deep blue sea

Give my regards to the knuckleheads
keep them in line on the factory floors
they're bred to work
have they ever swam at the Revieria
or been to Saint-Topez
do they even know you can find champagne in Wigan

So the dingbats  Duvalier Tonton Macoutes
stranded him on The Road to Wigan Pier
I see an all expenses paid free holiday
here my friend the ultimate break from the rat-race
tell boneheads how many slaves died building your piers
and how many Irish navvies died building your roads
while your parents were suffering in Wigan