Lyric All the Labor

All the labor landed in the sod

where the digger cried its my calling, sir

and it is no mistake that I put you in the ground so well

and if they pay me well thats great

it s just gravy I d do it anyway

All the labor stood up and shouted I ll wait for you fun lovin Minever Cheevy

with all yer drunken dellusions I am a sensational place

of comeraderie and pleasure won t you stand with me in your garden once more

All the labor although it be brick on brick

stitch on stitch and earn to urn

a presence on the lift what this great ole nation was built on boy

outlives the package everyday mama mama everyday