Working class

I'm proud to hear my alarm go off at the crack of dawn each day
I'm proud to come home of an evening knowing I have earned my pay
I'm proud to go to work in clothes that are torn tattered and frayed
I'm proud to be working class and this is how I'll stay

Whether humping bags of sand up a ladder
in the blazing sun
Or tarmaccing in the wind and rain
We are getting the job done

Builders plumbers engineers
Hold your heads up high
Fisherman Farmers factory workers
Should feel a sense of pride

We may never be rich and make it to the land of milk and honey
But dirty hands are sure fire proof
Of earning good clean money

Look in the mirror and tell yourself
That your number one trait
Is earning your money off your own back
Not having it handed to you on a plate