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"Work, Ugh!"

(Tune: Jeff Stewart. Lyrics: Jean and Jeff.)

We are getting sick of working,
We are always tired.
But we have to keep on working
Because we couldn't get another job if we were fired.

And with all these extra people,
We work overtime.
We have to rise each morning before the dawn,
Clean the place out and mow the lawn,
And have it done before we put their breakfast on,
And that's why we are tired.

We are getting sick of working,
For all these M.P.'s,
We don't like to take them breakfast
'Cause they like to put their clammy hands upon the cheese.

And as this is not hygienic,
We start to object.
The other night an M.P. came up and said,
He'd like a housemaid to warm his bed:
We gave him a hot-water bag with cover red,
But he wanted it pink.

We are getting sick of dodging
All the Councillors.
They, as well as all the M.P.'s,
Seem to think that we are nothing but a pack of poor
Girls, who jump to their bidding
Pronto. Like a shot.
We always turn a deaf ear unto their please
When their tell us their policies.
Now some of them are suffering from housemaids' knees.
But we still have to work.