(P.Seegar - E.McColl)

Come my little son and I will tell you what to do,
Undress yourself and get into bed, and a tale I'll tell to you,
It's all about your Daddy he's a man you seldom see,
For he's had to roam far away from home,
Away from you and me.

Remember Laddie he's still your Dad,
Though he's working far away,
In the cold and heat all the hours of the week,
On England's Motorways.

And if you fall and hurt yourself and get up feeling bad,
It isn't use at all to go looking for your Dad,
For the only time since you were born,
He had to spend with you,
He was out of a job and he hadn't a bob,
He was signing on the brew.

And sure we'd like to have him back, o yes it would be fine,
To have him working nearer home,
He'd be with us all of the time,
But beggars can't be choosers so we'll have to bear our load,
For we need the money your Daddy earns,
From working on the roads.