Fall - Container Drivers Lyrics
Net cap. of 58 thousand poundsThey sweat on their way downGrey ports with customs bastardsHang around like clowns theUh-containers and their driversBad indigestionBad bowel retentionSpeed for their wagesSuntan, torn short sleevesLook at a car park for two daysLook at a grey port for two daysTrain line, stone and greyThis is not their townBig cigars come out of the groundSweat on their way downF. jacks a distant relationCommunists are just part time workersAnd theres no thanksFrom the loading bay ranksLook at a car park for two daysLook at a grey port for two daysTrain line, stone and greyRo-ro roll on roll offThe container driversSpeed for their wagesUh-containersUh-and their drivers