Old Jack Drury worked at the brewery Luggin' them bottles & cans 'Til the steam age came crushed six mens jobs And Jackies two good hands So they killed the lights & chained the doors They were fresh back from a bloody war So for three whole days kept the coppers at bay Raidin' the company store
Our Jack he were a hell of a clown Even the march o' years couldnt run him down He were a real human, rough-cut diamond Theyre never many around He said, 'Angers wasted on the youth And wisdom on the old its the truth I put the kids through hell but I taught em well How to tip it all on its roof.'
Oh dear what can the matter be? Seven young men they were locked in a factory They were there fromThursday to Saturday Oh what a horrid affair, Oh dear what can the matter be? Seven young men they were locked in a factory They were there fromThursday to Saturday Oh what a sorry affair,
He sad, 'The black people & the white Should be out hookin' up tonight Makin' pretty little brown skinned babies With one less reason to fight, Dont set your watch by Sydney trains And dont ever try to build On them sacred lands, on tidal sands Or tne hearts of foolish girls.'
'They say Saturdays child works a long hard day And ive given it all i can give So you can stop tryin' to sell me a funeral plan I've only just learned how to live So pass the dutchie, wreck the halls Lea e public art on public walls And get crackin' on a way to keep evil at bay Dont say you werent told..'