I wrote this song after having been through the gruelling process of building a house. I have attached the words to aid those who’s mother-tongue is not english. As you will see, it is deliberately not correct, gramatically, and should be viewed as the best solution in trying to portray the dialect in use in the East End of London:

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Builders, we are the lowest of the low, Builders, we always are so bleeding slow. We never keep to the price that we say, Our bills are sent out the very next day.

Builders, we really couldn�t give a toss, Builders, it�s really us who is the boss. Your life comes to a halt, because it ain�t our fault If someone else has put it in all wrong.

Builders, we always like to have a moan, Builders, we call our girlfriends on the �phone. And ask them what time we�ll be having our grub, �Cos all the lads want to go down the pub.

Builders, you�ll wake up worrying at night, Builders, should all the windows be that height? Remember to explain about the kitchen drain, Before you start to put down the parkett.

We�ll tell a lie to keep you guessing Who you think should be to blame. You wonder why it�s all so distressing, Guv�nor it�s part of the game.

Builders, we are as lazy as can be, Builders, we�re always sitting drinking tea. We finish early, and can�t wait to go, The time just passes so quickly, you know.

Builders take no responsibility, Builders don�t offer you no guarantee. You cannot pin us down, �cos we have all left town With all of you money.

Good luck, should any of you decide to employ a builder!