Broke Back Builders
If you're a builder by profession
You, know its bloody tough.
Well paid, glamorous, exciting.
My arse. It's really rough.
The clients are infuriating.
Suppliers drive you mental.
Architects, amending drawings
Hire shops charging rental.
There's never any money,
It's always, "Can you just"?
The servile humiliation,
Just to earn a crust
But worry not, my flabby friend.
A tool's at hand your woes to end.
To sooth your battered ego
And massage your slack libido
For when driving to and fro
It's a humble van no more
You're the cowboy of construction
In your pointless 4x4
They've named them OUTLAW, WARRIOR!