THEY’LL NEITHER WORK NOR WANT
(THEY'LL) NEITHER WORK NOR WANT
by
Matt McGinn
They'll neither work nor want
They'll neither work nor want
They'll no go tae the berries
And they'll neither work nor want
Now some folk have it easy
And some folk have it hard
Some are fond o caviar
And some eat bread and lard
Some'll howk yer coal oot
And keep yer bunker filled
Some have never worked at aw
And they never ever will
They'll neither work nor want
They'll neither work nor want
They'll no go tae the berries
And they'll neither work nor want
Oh there's oor cousin Hugh, he's
Been idle all his days
He's got shares aw o'er the place
And he'll no go short o claes
He’s got a haun in motors
Boats and teapot lids
Spends his time by the telephone
Making takeower bids
They'll neither work nor want
They'll neither work nor want
They'll no go tae the berries
And they'll neither work nor want
Oor Phil's a big time hunter
He disnae know nae fear
He went wi Liz tae India
And he shot a tiger there
The first six shots misfired
And Phil was red wi rage
So they took him to the Bombay Zoo
And he shot one in a cage
They'll neither work nor want
They'll neither work nor want
They'll no go tae the berries
And they'll neither work nor want
I know a big aristocrat
His faither was a highwayman
He's no got nae time at aw
For the British railwaymen
He says he widnae pay ‘em
He's just a lazy louse
It’s him he blames for spoiling his aims
When he's oot there shooting grouse
They'll neither work nor want
They'll neither work nor want
They'll no go tae the berries
And they'll neither work nor want