A PARODY ON THE SONG
YES, YES U.C.S
by
Matt McGinn
Yes, yes U.C.S.
Tell them on the radio, tell them on the press
I want my job and I want no less
No more dole day doldrums
Shipyard born and shipyard bred
Shipyards till the day I’m dead
I've got kids that must be fed
Want no dole day doldrums
Yes, yes U.C.S.
Tell them on the radio, tell them on the press
I want my job and I want no less
No more dole day doldrums
A man came here from London town
Half an hour, he looked around
He said, ‘Close this shipyard down’
Gave me the dole day doldrums
Yes, yes U.C.S.
Tell them on the radio, tell them on the press
I want my job and I want no less
No more dole day doldrums
I've worked long and I've worked hard
Shivered in the cold in the old shipyard
I do like butter and I don't like lard
Want no dole day doldrums
Yes, yes U.C.S.
Tell them on the radio, tell them on the press
I want my job and I want no less
No more dole day doldrums
Yes, yes U.C.S.
Tell them on the radio, tell them on the press
I want my job and I want no less
No more dole day doldrums