[Verse 1: Mod-rock male lead, sneering, busy loud drums] Six in the morning, the ovens are on Biscuit factory, the night shift's gone I'm in a three-piece, buttoned and pressed Pocket square folded, the town's best dressed Polished my shoes on the bus with spit Broom in my hand, I'm sweepin' in it Foreman in overalls covered in dough Calls me your lordship, and laughs as I go [Pre-Chorus: Mod-rock male lead, sneering] They can laugh at the cuffs, they can laugh at the tie But a sharp-dressed man looks 'em right in the eye [Chorus: Mod-rock male lead, full force, windmill-strummed guitar] Dress for the job you want Walk like a king through the factory front Laugh all you like at the suit I flaunt I dress for the job I want [Verse 2: Mod-rock male lead, sharp, melodic running bass] Tuesday at ten there's a rumble outside Three black cars and they're openin' wide Head office, suits from the city, surprise Foreman runs out with the flour in his eyes They walk right past him like he's a ghost Straight up to me with a hand like a post Morning, sir, you must be in charge And I just smile and I stand up large [Chorus: Mod-rock male lead, full force, windmill-strummed guitar] Dress for the job you want Walk like a king through the factory front Laugh all you like at the suit I flaunt I dress for the job I want [Bridge: Mod-rock male lead, windmill strum on the handshake] I didn't say yes and I didn't say no I said follow me, gentlemen, here's how we go Foreman behind with his mouth on the floor And I lead them on in through the oven door [Verse 3: Mod-rock male lead, sneering, busy loud drums] Here's the oven that's been broke since spring Here's the canteen where the kettle won't sing Here's Brenda, she's packed for nineteen straight Here's the pay slip, now tell me that's great By the end of the tour they're shakin' my hand Five percent for the line, they understand Then they drive off and the foreman just stares And I'm back on the broom, and I'm sweepin' the stairs [Chorus: Mod-rock male lead, full force, windmill-strummed guitar] Dress for the job you want Walk like a king through the factory front Laugh all you like at the suit I flaunt I dress for the job I want [Outro: Mod-rock male lead, full force, windmill-strummed guitar] Press the trousers, polish the shoes Nothing to win and a lot less to lose Button the waistcoat, straighten the tie Sweep like a gentleman, head up high [End]
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