One dreary Monday morning,
A lanky lad in a smiling suit
He said, we're making a TV show
for people who haven't out.
So I gave him tea and biscuits, aye,
and then I threw him out.
For me grandad he made iron,
There may be nowt for me to make,
but that don't change how I feel
For me grandad built this town,
and me father walked this street
So if I fall on the pavement
why I'll get back on my feet
Cos I may be down but I'm not beat
Me grandad fought the fascists,
me father fought for a job
who tries to stigmatise and fob
For me grandad laid these roads,
and me father made these cars,
So if I lie in the gutter
I'll be gazing at the stars.
Cos I may be down, but I'm not beat,
And you won't find me on Benefit Street