There's all my old friends Sat by the fountain drinking beer Their days have no starts and no ends They drift into pub nights with no Promise for tomorrow All that they want is some Work Work Look at me smile Look at me polish these Tools Am I breaking all the rules? A cycle like that I don't want to be late for school Well it's night school Now all my new friends Sit in their [site] huts drinking tea My day has no start and no ends Drifts into whole nights in my Coffin by the fireside Bugger this game I know who's to blame And that's Work Aw, work Keep your fingers busy Mentally or physically What four-letter word D'you know like Oh! Work, work Oh! Work, work I'm back with my old friends Sat by the Brunel drinking beer Don't want this to ever end We're living in fear of being Mizzled by a new myth Work I don't want to go to work Work I don't want to go to work