Alba s touto skladbou:
50 Years: DISC 3,
The Very Best Of,
25 Years Celebration: DISC 2,
Dear Sir I write this note to you
To tell you of my plight
And at the time of writing
I am not a pretty sight
My body is all black and blue
My face a deathly grey
And I write this note to say
Why Paddy's not at work today
While working on the fourteenth floor
Some bricks I had to clear
Now to throw them down from such a height
It was not a good idea
The foremen wasn't very pleased
He being an awkward sod
He said I'd have to cart them down
The ladders in my hod
Now clearing all these bricks by hand
It was so very slow
So I hoisted up a barrel
And secured the rope below
But in my haste to do the job
I was too blind to see
That a barrel full of building bricks
Was heavier than me
So when I untied the rope
The barrel fell like lead
And when I untied the rope
I started up instead
Well I shot up like a rocket
Till to my dismay I found
That halfway up I met
The bloody barrel coming down
Well the barrel broke my shoulder
As to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top
I banged the pulley with my head
Well I clung on tight though numb with shock
From this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks
Fourteen floors below
Now when these bricks had fallen
From the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel
And so started down once more
Still clinging tightly to the rope
I sped towards the ground
And I landed on the broken bricks
That were all scattered round
Well I lay there groaning on the ground
I thought I'd passed the worst
When the barrel hit the pulley wheel
And then the bottom burst
Well a shower of bricks rained down on me
I hadn't got a hope
As I lay there moaning on the ground
I let go the bloody rope
The barrel then being heavier
It started down once more
And landed right across me
As I lay upon the floor
Well it broke three ribs and my left arm
And I can only say
That I hope you'll understand
Why Paddy's not at work today
