Will you still love me, will you still hug me
When I'm 84
When I've been working all my life
And I'm still bloody poor?
Dust in my lungs, a broken back
Still can't retire it hurts
I'm all for workers' rights and that
As long as I don't have to work

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 one's for you

"Don't send me on another New Deal course
I can already spell my name, you lot take the piss"

Maybe I'll never shoot a rabbit
Perhaps I'll never drink champagne
But that's alright with me
I prefer cider anyway
I'm happy doing nothing
They tell me it's all a waste
But I ain't never seen no 3 piece suit
With a smile on his face
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 one's for you

"I searched all the newspapers and made my CV
I swear there just ain't nothing out there"

A 9 to 5, 5 days a week
Is bottom of my list
I just couldn't live with myself
Knowing there was something that I missed
So don't go telling me "Take it seriously"
Believe me I do
But life's for living, not for working
And I got better things to do

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 one's for you