THE PEKINESE DOG
by
Matt McGinn
I get home, sleep like a log
Working for the Pekinese dog
I get home, sleep like a log
Working for the Pekinese dog
Woke this morning, had some tea
Caught the bus to the factory
Read the papers, what I see?
Something there that startled me
A woman taken unawares
Died and left a million shares
Thirty thousand, if you please
To her favourite Pekinese
I get home, sleep like a log
Working for the Pekinese dog
I get home, sleep like a log
Working for the Pekinese dog
The union man, he come to me
He say, ‘It’s very plain to see
You work too hard, that no do
Union card is the thing for you’
I say, ‘No’ but he say, ‘Yes
You got to fight the big bosses’
I say, ‘The bosses are my pals
I’m very fond of the animals’
I get home, sleep like a log
Working for the Pekinese dog
I get home, sleep like a log
Working for the Pekinese dog
I bow my head, bend my back
Feel my bones go crinkle crack
I never stop, dawn till dusk
Callouses hard as an elephant’s tusk
I move as fast as a bird on wings
They ask me why I do these things
I only work like a dog, you see
Till some shareholder take pity on me
I get home, sleep like a log
Working for the Pekinese dog
I get home, sleep like a log
Working for the Pekinese dog
In my dreams, I see the day
All the bosses die away
Never one of them forget
To leave his money to his pet
Now the strangest things occur
Her majesty has a real fox fur
Employers Federation, it’s true
Hold their meetings in the London zoo
I get home, sleep like a log
Working for the Pekinese dog
I get home, sleep like a log
Working for the Pekinese dog
I get home, sleep like a log
Working for the Pekinese dog
I get home, sleep like a log
Working for the Pekinese dog