If you don’t like working for nothing If you don’t like being my machine If you don’t like turning and coughing Don’t be bothering me Take a pound from your pocket A penny from the floor Spin it and drop it, you’ll have ten thousand more Wheel it, deal it, take it from the poor Beg, blag and steal it When the factory whistle is blowing You’re standing all in a line If your discontentment is growing Don’t be bothering me If it’s cold and dark in your terrace If your children are crying out for food If the spread of disease is a menace Don’t be bothering me You went on your strikes and your pickets You bargained for pay and security Now we’ve found a country where workers can’t strike And they won’t be bothering me! If the dole queue’s drafty and lonely And you don’t like the questions they’re asking you You’re the children of Margaret and Tony So don’t be bothering me