And I could not help but thinking that his remarks included me
And though I too have no children I feel no less than he.
He boasts about his manhood the macho man Tim Hyde
But it really does not take that much to satisfy his pride
And this man is our foreman he speaks before he think
Perhaps his mind is cluttered from all that beer he drink.
When Tim was off on holidays young Tom was leading hand
And there was much more harmony ‘not hard to understand’
And young Tom only half his age and Tim has yet to learn
That respect you cannot command, respect you’ve got to earn.
Our bosses can’t think much of us to have him leading hand
Perhaps they feel as Timmy do that respect you must command
But kick a dog up the backside and he’ll remember you
And the next time that you cross his path on your leg he will chew.
He boasts about his manhood our macho foreman Tim
But does this mean that the man who father’s more than three is greater man than him?
He use his words unwisely, he speak before he think
Perhaps his mind is cluttered from all that beer he drink.