| Lyrics: | The Man That Waters the Workers' Beer
(Paddy Ryan)
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 puts in strychnine
Some methylated spirits,
And a
can of kerosine
Ah, but such a brew so terribly strong,
It would make them terribly
queer
So I reaches my hand for the watering-can
And I waters the workers'
beer
Now a drop of good beer is good for a man
When he's tired, thirsty and
hot
And I sometimes have a drop myself,
From a very special pot
For 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
Now ladies fair, beyond compare,
Be
you 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 meths is terribly dear
And there ain't the
profit there used to be
In watering the workers' beer
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Music Association
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