Leave the office, clear your head,

build a bunkbed in your shed.

We never can be bought and sold,

our vision, strong, will not grow old.

 

We'll tie our hammocks to the trees,

and languish in the Summer breeze.

While workers toil we'll take our ease,

and make ourselves a cup of tea.

 

The sturdy Frenchman loves his cheese,

the gentle Spaniard sips his wine,

in country pubs we'll drink our ale

our vision never shall grow stale.

 

We'll tie our hammocks to the trees,

and languish in the Summer breeze.

While workers toil we'll take our ease,

and make ourselves a cup of tea.

 

We'll waive our right to do too much.

Avoid long hours, and jobs and such.

Let witless fools deny their souls,

pursuing feckless, dreary goals.

 

We'll tie our hammocks to the trees,

and languish in the Summer breeze.

While workers toil we'll take our ease,

and make ourselves a cup of tea.

 

Adoring well the idle life,

we'll free ourselves from all our strife.

Within the shade of dappled trees,

we'll sleep for hours and take our ease.

 

We'll tie our hammocks to the trees,

and languish in the Summer breeze.

While workers toil we'll take our ease,

and make ourselves a cup of tea.

 

The three day week we gladly praise,

our minds are fixed on holidays.

We never whinge or feel let down,

because we're drinking in the town.

 

We'll tie our hammocks to the trees,

and languish in the Summer breeze.

While workers toil we'll take our ease,

and make ourselves a cup of tea.

 

So raise your glasses, drop your tools.

Slavish work is just for fools.

Let's celebrate our lives in full,

avoid the stupid and the dull.

 

We'll tie our hammocks to the trees,

and languish in the Summer breeze.

While workers toil we'll take our ease,

and make ourselves a cup of tea.