We're waiting for the strike to end Counting days Counting hours Hoping we don't lose our jobs Ready to lift the hammers Ready to place the bolts - We'll go back to work again Putting wings on aeroplanes Once I went, for free, to Spain I was proud to travel, that day In the plane I'd helped to build Landing in a foreign field Something strange,though, had gone on Our boss went instead to Hong Kong Booked into the best hotel A hundred waiters waiting And we went back to work again Putting wings on aeroplanes Then it came, that awful moment I was sad to travel, that day In the plane I'd helped to build Landing in a foreign field Run, with the others From the plane Towards the hills of Southern Spain The aeroplane was now deployed To destroy, or be destroyed I'll never go back to work again Putting wings on aeroplanes I'll never... (ad infinitum)
