We’re servants of the country and our duty is to serve
But we don’t think we ever get the credit we deserve
Whenever we are needed we are at your beck and call
But no one ever writes a song to praise we men at all.
Chorus (ALL)
The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor,
the milk and copper if you ever zig zag
The Fireman, the dustman, conductor, the waiter,
the sweep and the doctor with his little black bag
We try to do the things that you, want us to do
And its out fate, you often want to put it on the slate
The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor,
the milk and copper if you ever zig zag
The Fireman, the dustman, conductor, the waiter,
the sweep and the doctor with his little black bag
Butcher:
I do my best with what I get no matter what occurs
But my meat isn’t half as tough as some of my customers !
Baker:
I do quite well in making cakes and bread as you may know
For we’re the boys who carry on and try and make some dough !
Chorus (individual with actions)
The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor, etc
Grocer:
I work to serve each one of you the moment I awaken
Through me you waltz down every street when bringing home the bacon
Tailor:
Don’t blame me if your son comes home with suits that look a sight
We only make it as he wants for the customer is always right.
Chorus
The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor, etc
Milkman:
I bring the milk each morning for each mum dad son and daughter
And on my honour all we use is just a little water !
Policeman:
I guard the shops of all these boys remember there I’ll be
And all I hope at Christmas time that they remember me
Fireman:
If there’s a fire well you can bet I know what I’m about
And if its well insured tell me , and I won’t put it out
Dustman:
A dustman’s job is very grim no matter where I go
But how that filth gets I your house I’ll never ever know !
Chorus
The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor, etc
Conductor:
In Winter Spring or summer it is always just the same
If we run late or are full up it’s me that get the blame
Waiter:
You grumble when the soup is cold or when the steak is tough
If you could see the way its cooked you’d never touch the stuff
Chorus
The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor, etc
The Sweep
I do my job so perfectly as everybody knows
You never see one spot of soot on Santa Claus’s clothes
Doctor:
I cure the flu, I keep an eye on head and heart and liver
And with the help of this I’m always right there to deliver !
Ending . . .(everyone)
The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor,
the milk and copper if you ever zig zag
The Fireman, the dustman, conductor, the waiter,
the sweep and the doctor with his little black bag
slowly
We try to do the things that you, want us to do
And / its / our/ fate,
you often want to put it on the slate
( slate into key change !)
(Individually)
The butcher the baker, the grocer the tailor,
The milk and copper if you ever zig zag
The Fireman, the dustman, conductor, the waiter,
The sweep (turn and point)
and the doctor with his little black bag