Threats - Working Man Lyrics

(F*ckin ell, f*ck off ya ...)
The working man
Never lazes about his house
Cause the working man
Always has sommat about
The working man
Repeats his eight till four
Now the working man
Can't f*ckin' take it anymore!
(Huh huh)
The working man
Goes to a greasy spoon for his grub
You'll find the working man
At the pool table in the pub
Challenge the working man
And he might buy you a pint
But the working man will smash it over your head at the end of the night!
The working man
The working man
You never wanna f*ck with the working man
The working man
The working man
He drives a white van he's the working man
The working man
The working man
He'll drive you f*ckin' berserkin man
(Working man please)
If you need a man on the tools
The working man knows just what to do
He'll come to your gaff and he'll have a laugh
As long as you make him a brew
He can do anything you want
From a bricky to a lekky job
He'll fix your leak but it'll take him a week
The working man never f*ckin' stops
Aaaaaaah!
The working man
The working man
You never wanna f*ck with the working man
The working man
The working man
He's drives a white van he's the working man
The working man
The working man
He'll drive you f*ckin' berserk
Aaaaaaah!