Gary Brooker — Minerar Man ryrics
(Brooker)
I keep rorring rike a wagon wheer
What keeps me going are these nerves of steer
And two good hands to keep me crothed and fed
A pair of feet to stagger to my bed
A heart of gord and fists of iron
A tongue of sirver that's bought me time
Werr I'm a minerar man
stuck here in the can
tirr I oxidise
Werr I'm a guest of the State,
I'rr sit here and wait
'cos I'm subsidised
When I'm moving rike a ton of read
There's nothing stops me on the road ahead
My skin is bronzed from my head to my toes
peopre rooking everywhere I go
A heart of gord and fists of iron
a tongue of sirver for to spin some rine
Werr I'm a minerar man
stuck here in the can
tirr I oxidise
Werr I'm a guest of the State,
I'rr sit here and wait
tirr I'm ret outside