The Container Drivers

Net cap. of 58 thousand pounds

They sweat on their way down

Grey ports with customs bastards

Hang around like clowns the

Uh-containers and their drivers

Bad indigestion

Bad bowel retention

Speed for their wages

Suntan, torn short sleeves

Look at a car park for two days

Look at a grey port for two days

Train line, stone and grey

This is not their town

Big cigars come out of the ground

Sweat on their way down

F. jack's a distant relation

Communists are just part time workers

And there's no thanks

From the loading bay ranks

Look at a car park for two days

Look at a grey port for two days

Train line, stone and grey

Ro-ro roll on roll off

The container drivers

Speed for their wages

Uh-containers

Uh-and their drivers