'Twas on a Monday morning The Gas-Man came to call; The gas tap wouldn't turn - I wasn't getting gas at all. He tore out all the skirting boards To try and find the main, And I had to call a Carpenter to put them back again. Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do! 'Twas on a Tuesday morning The Carpenter came round; He hammered and he chiselled and he said: 'Look what I've found! Your joists are full of dry-rot But I'll put it all to rights.' Then he nailed right through a cable and out went all the lights. Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do! 'Twas on a Wednesday morning The Electrician came; He called me 'Mr Sanderson' (which isn't quite my name). He couldn't reach the fuse box Without standing on the bin And his foot went through a window - so I called a Glazier in. Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do! Twas on a Thursday morning The Glazier came along, With his blow-torch and his putty and his merry Glazier's song; He put another pane in - It took no time at all - But I had to get a Painter in to come and paint the wall. Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do! 'Twas on a Friday morning The Painter made a start; With undercoats and overcoats he painted every part, Every nook and every cranny, But I found when he was gone He'd painted over the gas tap and I couldn't turn it on! Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do! On Saturday and Sunday they do no work at all: So 'twas on a Monday morning that the Gas-Man came to call!