Of course it’s no longer summer but I’ll cling on to it for a little longer yet.
Just a little lefty vitriol for my brothers and sisters. Peace comrades…
It’s too hot in here, too hot to work.
But there’s no sympathy, if you shirk
Can’t take a minute for a break,
For some water to partake.
Air con for bosses, keeps ‘em cool,
But no relent for ordinary fool.
It’s too expensive is what they say,
But there’s no cap on bosses pay.
We’ll walk out lads, we’ve got the gall.
There’s no way they’ll sack us all.
Stand up, fight for what’s right,
But there’s no longer appetite.
Union days have been and gone,
The fat cats robbed everyone.