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'Twas on a Monday morning the gas man came to call.The gas tap wouldn't turn - I wasn't getting gas at all.He tore out all the skirting boards to try and find the mainAnd I had to call a carpenter to put them back again.Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.'Twas on a Tuesday morning the carpenter came round.He hammered and he chiselled and he said:"Look what I've found: your joists are full of dry rotBut I'll put them all to rights".Then he nailed right through a cable and out went all the lights!Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.'Twas on a Wednesday morning the electrician came.He called me Mr. Sanderson, which isn't quite the name.He couldn't reach the fuse box without standing on the binAnd his foot went through a window so I called the glazier in.Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.'Twas on a Thursday morning the glazier came roundWith his blow torch and his putty and his merry glazier's song.He put another pane in - it took no time at allBut I had to get a painter in to come and paint the wall.Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.'Twas on a Friday morning the painter made a start.With undercoats and overcoats he painted every part:Every nook and every cranny - but I found when he was goneHe'd painted over the gas tap and I couldn't turn it on!Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.On Saturday and Sunday they do no work at all;So 'twas on a Monday morning that the gasman came to call...