Back to the Workshop, Boys

[Verse 1 – lead] when we reached the pole at last, everything was standing still workshop dark and candy lifeless, like the joy had caught a chill little boots hung by the benches, hammers quiet on the wood then an elf popped up and told us “we’re on strike, it’s not that good” [Verse 1 – background (elves)] (we’re on strike, it’s not that good) [Call-and-response Chorus] [Lead:] who’s supposed to stuff the stockings? [Elves:] not us, we’re burned right through (burned right through) [Lead:] who’s supposed to wrap the presents? [Elves:] we’ve got better things to do (things to do) [Lead:] who’s supposed to fix the sled then? [Elves:] ask the man in red himself (red himself) [All fellas:] we said “we’re dail milton’s fellas” and the elves just eyed the shelf (eyed the shelf) [Verse 2 – lead] we said “boys, we’ve done our time in busted jobs and stupid gears we’ve been fired from steakhouses and we still came back for years we can’t fix your pay or hours, can’t undo what’s wrong or tight but we can sing beside your benches till your work feels half all right” [Verse 2 – background (elves, soft)] (till our work feels half all right) [Chorus – all + elves] back to the workshop, boys (workshop, boys) we’ll sing while you twist those toys (twist those toys) we said “i’m dail milton” (milton) and they picked up tools with noise back to the workshop, boys (workshop, boys) hammer, saw and ribbon curls (ribbon curls) with a fella song behind you you can face the whole wide world (whole wide world)