|  I am the man, the very fat manThat waters the workers' beer
 I am the man, the very fat man
 That waters the workers' beer
 And what do I care if it makes them ill
 If it makes them terribly queer
 I've a car, a yacht, and an aeroplane,
 And I waters the workers' beer.
 
 Now when I waters the workers' beer
 I puts in strychnine
 Some methylated spirits
 And a can of kerosene
 Ah, but such a brew so terribly strong
 It would make them terribly queer
 So I reaches my hand for the watering-can
 And I waters the workers' beer:
 
 Now a drop of good beer is good for a man
 When he's tired, thirsty and hot
 And I sometimes have a drop myself
 From a very special pot
 For a strong and healthy working class
 Is the thing that I most fear
 So I reaches my hand for the watering-can
 And I waters the workers' beer:
 
 Now ladies fair, beyond compare
 Be you maiden or wife
 Spare a thought for such a man
 Who leads such a lonely life
 For the water rates are frightfully high,
 And the meths is terribly dear
 And there ain't the profit there used to be
 In watering the workers' beer:
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