The scaffolder's wife,
Driving out of the yard,
With a face that's as hard
As a scaffolder's bar.
When she goes in to town,
She might take the top down
On the car.
The quick little steps,
In the stilleto boots,
And the hair with the roots.
She comes in as a rule
To get the nails done,
And the tan for the sun
When the kids are in school.
Don't begrudge her the Merc,
It's been nothing but work
And a hard life,
Losing her looks,
Over company books,
The scaffolder's wife.
In the wicked old days,
When they went it alone,
Kept the company going
On a wing and a prayer.
They don't pay what they owe
When they have the cash flow.
They don't care.
Don't begrudge her the Merc,
It's been nothing but work
And a hard life,
Losing her looks,
Over company books,
The scaffolder's wife.