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 main.  And I had to call the 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 have found: your joists are full of dry rot.  But I'll put them all to rights"  Then he nailed right through a cable and out went all the lights.

Oh, it all makes worked for the working man to do.

'Twas on a Wednesday morning when 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 bin. And 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 when the glazier came round.    With his blow torch and his putty and his merry glazier's song.  He put another pain in - it took no time at all. But 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 when the painter made a start.  With undercoats and overcoats he painted every part. Every nook and every cranny - but I found when he was gone. He'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 when the gas man came to call