CHORUS:
I am the man, the very fat man, that waters the workers’ beer,
I am the man, the very fat man, that waters the workers’ beer,
And what do I care if it makes them ill,
If it makes them terribly queer,
I’ve a car, a yacht, and an aeroplane and I waters the workers’
Beer
Now when I waters the workers’ beer, I put in strichinine,
Some methylated spirits, and a can of kerosene,
But such a brew so terribly strong, would make them terribly ill,
So I reaches my hand for the watering can, and I waters the
Workers’ beer.
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Now a drop of beer is good for a man when he’s tired, thirsty, or
Hot,
I myself sometimes have some from a very special pot,
But a strong and healthy working class is the thing that I most
Fear,
So I reaches my hand for the watering can and I waters the
Workers’ beer.
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Now ladies fair beyond compare, be ye maiden or wife,
Spare a thought for such a man who leads such a lonely life,
For the water rates are frightfully high, and the meth is
Terribly dear,
There ain’t the profit there used to be in watering the workers’
Beer.
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