The Container Drivers Lyrics
They sweat on their way down
Grey ports with customs bastards
Hang around like clowns the
Uh-containers and their drivers
Bad bowel retention
Speed for their wages
Suntan, torn short sleeves
Look at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
Big cigars come out of the ground
Sweat on their way down
F. Jack's a distant relation
Communists are just part time workers
And there's no thanks
From the loading bay ranks
Look at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
RO-RO roll on roll off
The container drivers
Speed for their wages
Uh-containers
Uh-and their drivers
I was a container driver for a while. RO-RO and containers are completely different things, but yeah, you'll wait for ages for paperwork. More like nine hours than two days, mind. But I don't care about that because the the song gets the feel of the thing dead right.
Catchy if you notice the rock n' roll riff underneath of it. Lyrically, this seems like an attack on rich corporate fatcats. But hey...I think almost any The Fall song could be attributed to lyrics about class. XD
How could this possibly be about 'corporate fatcats'?? It's about drivers - container drivers! I.e. lorry drivers taking freight containers to and from the UK over the sea on ferries. RO-RO stands for 'roll-on, roll-off' which is a type of ferry. 'Grey ports with customs bastards' - i.e. HM Customs who check cargo for illegal goods. Don't know who F. Jack is.