[Chorus]
Ah, get me down me filing knife,
Ah, get me down my stock,
And get me down me filing knife,
We've a big job in the lock.

[Hook]
Would you, he was a quare one
Followed you to get with us,
He was a quare one,
I'll tell you.

[Verse]
In the cold hard winter time,
We painters bare a cross,
Stuck up like Christ between two thieves,
The foreman and the boss

[Hook]
Would you, he was a quare one
Followed you to get with us,
He was a quare one,
I'll tell you.

[Chorus]
Get me down me filing knife,
Ah, get me down my stock,
And get me down me filing knife,
We've a big job in the lock.

[Hook]
Would you, he was a quare one
Followed you to get with us,
He was a quare one,
I'll tell you.

[Verse]
Old, your one says to men,
"This job won't pay a lot,
Go easy with the glass paper,
And the putties in the pot."

[Hook]
Would you, he was a quare one
Followed you to get with us,
He was a quare one,
I'll tell you.

[Chorus]
Get me down me filing knife,
Ah, get me down my stock,
Get me down me filing knife,
We've a big job in the lock.

[Hook]
Would you, he was a quare one
Followed you to get with us,
He was a quare one,
I'll tell you.

[Verse]
The Autumn leaves are falling,
The nights are getting dim,
But painter wipes his pot down,
And he hands his brushes in.

[Hook]
Would you, he was a quare one
Followed you to get with us,
He was a quare one,
I'll tell you.

[Chorus]
Get me down me filing knife,
Ah, get me down my stock,
Get me down me filing knife,
We've a big job in the lock.

[Hook]
Would you, he was a quare one
Followed you to get with us,
He was a quare one,
I'll tell you.