Tarmac Road Men

The bastards flash past us,
 as fast as they can go
They just need to clip a cone our way
 and it's to our maker we go
Motorists don't give a shit,
 we're the enemy to them
But we're just here to do a job
 all's we are,are road men

Things are done with safety in mind,
 let us do the job we do
Let us get home to the ones we love
 and they all love us too
We don't mean to be a burden,
 to any passing car
But we are Tarmac road men,
that is who we are