We're waiting for the strike to end

Counting days

Counting hours

Hoping we don't lose our jobs

Ready to lift the hammers

Ready to place the bolts -

We'll go back to work again

Putting wings on aeroplanes



Once I went, for free, to Spain

I was proud to travel, that day

In the plane I'd helped to build

Landing in a foreign field

Something strange,though, had gone on

Our boss went instead to Hong Kong

Booked into the best hotel

A hundred waiters waiting

And we went back to work again

Putting wings on aeroplanes



Then it came, that awful moment

I was sad to travel, that day

In the plane I'd helped to build

Landing in a foreign field

Run, with the others

From the plane

Towards the hills of Southern Spain

The aeroplane was now deployed

To destroy, or be destroyed

I'll never go back to work again

Putting wings on aeroplanes

I'll never...

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