An Ode to Tube Cleaning

A right filthy job is Tube cleaning
We slave while the bosses are preening
We work night and day
No pension or sick pay
And the wages are truly demeaning

But cleaners won’t let them attack us
Harass us, track us and sack us
On protest and picket
We’ll tell them where to stick it
And expect all our workmates to back us 

If we want the oppression to hike it
The only answer’s to strike it
When they have to mop it
The crap and the vomit
We’ll see how the managers like it!

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