CHORUS: I am the man, the very fat man, that waters the workers' beer, I am the man, the very fat man, that waters the workers' beer, And what do I care if it makes them ill, If it makes them terribly queer, I've a car, a yacht, and an aeroplane and I waters the workers' Beer Now when I waters the workers' beer, I put in strichinine, Some methylated spirits, and a can of kerosene, But such a brew so terribly strong, would make them terribly ill, So I reaches my hand for the watering can, and I waters the Workers' beer. (chorus) Now a drop of beer is good for a man when he's tired, thirsty, or Hot, I myself sometimes have some from a very special pot, But a strong and healthy working class is the thing that I most Fear, So I reaches my hand for the watering can and I waters the Workers' beer. (chorus) Now ladies fair beyond compare, be ye maiden or wife, Spare a thought for such a man who leads such a lonely life, For the water rates are frightfully high, and the meth is Terribly dear, There ain't the profit there used to be in watering the workers' Beer. (chorus)