Move on man

This was composed on my last night at work, a little ditty based on the lyrics from the Mark Knopfler song 'Why aye man' from the Private Investigations cd.

We had no way of staying afloat
We had to leave the corporate ferry boat
Economic refugees, now without a care
On the run to who knows where
We had the back of the company’s hand
Times were tough in Mansfield land
We cleared our desks and got our gear
Not to worry lets get down the pub and have a beer

Move on man, move on man
Move on man, move on man

We're the nightshift tribe, happy go lucky boys
Who worked in the emergency call centre noise
The military, banks and high street suited slicks
Wanting a window boarding up or someone laying bricks
There's English, Asians, Irish, Scots, the lot
United Nation's calling us is what we've got

Move on man, move on man
Move on man, move on man

Brickies, chippies, every trade
People calling us to moan about British-made
But today the phones fall silent, we’ve gone
It’s for the best though, time to move on
Well do whatever it takes, whatever we can
Its time to move on man