"The Very Fat Man Who Waters
the Worker's Beer"
Chorus: I am the man, the very fat man, That waters the workers' beer I am the man, the very fat man, That waters the workers' beer And what do I care if it makes them ill, If it makes them terribly queer I've a car, a yacht, and an aeroplane, And I waters the workers' beer
Verses: Now when I waters the workers' beer, I puts in strychnine Some methylated spirits, And a can of kerosine Ah, but such a brew so terribly strong, It would make them terribly queer So I reaches my hand for the watering-can And I waters the workers' beer
Now a drop of good beer is good for a man When he's tired, thirsty and 'ot And I sometimes have a drop myself, From a very special pot For a strong and healthy working class Is the thing that I most fear So I reaches my hand for the watering-can And I waters the workers' beer
Now ladies fair, beyond compare, Be you maiden or wife Spare a thought for such a man Who leads such a lonely life For the water rates are terribly high, And the meths is terribly dear And there isn't the profit there used to be In watering the workers' beer