They came when I was out one day to fix the garden path
And as the rain came down in droves I had to stop and laugh
The grass is now a mud bath where my flowers stood so proud
And as for letting out my dogs was told ( no not aloud)
It looks to me that pigs have had a field day in my home
That’s Signpost for you matey’s guess in this i’m not alone
They haven’t even finished and my garden’s not my own
They keep on taking tea breaks and a fag is just a must
They had better hurry up or else my blood vessels will bust
They say that when it’s finished it will look as good as new
but no matter what they say to me it’s just not getting through
Maybe it’s the lumps of mud or maybe its the mess
But as i know what workmen do i think that i know best
dont you?