Hostel Strike The Young'uns

[Verse 1]
Well the cook was a crook and the manager a miser
Both were shirkers, both were skirters, both were bad workers and skivers
And the butties were disgusting and the soup was getting thinner
And all we got for breakfast each was half a soggy kipper
And the sheets weren't changed and the smell was something funny
When we worked overtime the buggers took half of our money
I was a proud young working lad but treated like a convict
Feeling bold, fifteen years old, I wasn't going to stand it

[Refrain]
We were waiting for a better day

[Verse 2]
Now in the north we were poor but we were poor together
But when you see the lights of London then you know you should have better
So when queueing for our bait boxes one cold and rainy morning
I said 'stuff your bloody butties for they always taste apalling!'
The cook ran amuck and flung himself towards me
He was cursing, he was swearing, every dirty name he called me
Though I didn't know what striking was and I was no abetter
I said 'I'll not go to work today till things round here are better!'

[Refrain]
We were waiting for a better day, boys
Waiting for a better day