[Verse]
[Chorus]
[Verse]
Will you still love me, will you still hug me,
When Iâm eighty four,
When Iâve been working all my life,
And Iâm still bloody poor?
Dust in my lungs, a broken back,
Still canât retire it hurts,
Well Iâm all for workersâ rights and that,
As long as I donât have to work,
[Chorus]
So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
To the scoundrels, the misfits, the parasites, this oneâs for you.
N.C.
âDonât send me on another New Deal course, I can already spell my name, you lot take the pissâ
[Verse]
Maybe Iâll never shoot a rabbit,
Perhaps Iâll never drink champagne,
But thatâs alright with me, man,
I prefer cider anyway,
And Iâm happy doing nothing,
They tell me itâs all a waste,
But I ainât never seen no 3 piece suit,
With a smile on his face,
[Chorus]
So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
To the scoundrels, the misfits, the parasites, this oneâs for you.
N.C.
âI searched all the newspapers and made my CV, I swear there just ainât nothing out thereâ
[Verse]
A 9 to 5, 5 days a week, mate,
Is bottom of my list,
I just couldnât live with myself,
Knowing there was something that I missed,
So donât go telling me âTake it seriouslyâ,
Believe me I do,
But lifeâs for living, not for working,
And I got better things to do,
[Chorus]
So hats off to the schemers, to the scroungers, to the rats,
To the ones who sleep on mattresses on the floor, clutching baseball bats,
To the beggars and the cheaters and the kings who rise at noon,
To the scoundrels, the misfits, the parasites, this oneâs for you.
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