Gravy Train

Hey diddle diddle

We’re all on the fiddle

And we never get up until noon

We only take cash

Which we carefully stash

And we work by the light of the moon

We bunk off work

We claim sick pay

Then work somewhere else for the day

We’re a nation of fiddlers

Scrounger and diddlers

And we’re not going away

The Gravy Train

Jack told Jill

To come off the pill

Child benefit is our plan

We’ll blag and con

And fiddle our tax

Work for cash in hand

Then stuck in traffic

There’s been a crash

Or some other flimsy excuse

Hide in the loo

Then a two hour brew

Then dentist this afternoon

The Gravy Train

Humpty Dumpty

Had a big fall

Disability benefit claim

I’m waiting in

For an engineer

The boilers broke again

There’s deals going on

Behind our back

That’s what keeps this country strong

Calling in sick

Should do the trick

I’m off to another job