I'm Looking for a Job

 

 

Chorus
I'm looking for a job with a sky-high pay,
A four-day week and a two-hour day,
S'maybe it's because I'm inclined that way
But I never did like being idle!

I don't want glory and I don't want fame,
I left school with a modest aim,
I went to the Labour Exchange for work,
Here is what I sang to the wee broo clerk:,

Now that, says he, is a rare wee song,
To come frae a lad so big and strong,
Through the door on the left and take this card:
You can sing to the gaffer down in Harland's yard:

I sang it to the gaffer but he thought me daft,
I've never even neard such a horse's laugh,
He gathered around him all his men,
And as one big choir, they sang then:

Their voices rang o'er the riverside,
And it became the song of the Clyde,
Its words were heard the whole world round,
And it was known as the Clydeside Sound: