Dear Boss (the Sick Note)
copyright Pat Cooksey, 1973
Dear Boss I write this note to you,
to tell you of my plight
and at the time of writing
I am not a pretty sight.
Me body is all black and blue
my face a deathly gray.
So I hope you'll understand,
why Paddy's not at work today.
I was workin' on the 14th floor,
some bricks I had to clear.
And to throw them down from such a height, seemed not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't pleasant,
he bein' an awful sod,
he said I'd have to cart them down
the ladder in me hod.
Now shiftin' all those bricks by hand
seemed to me so very slow.
So I hoisted up a barrel
and secured a rope below.
But in my haste to do the job,
I was too blind to see,
that a barrel full of buildin' bricks
was heavier than me.
So when I untied the rope
the barrel fell like lead
and clinging tightly to the rope,
I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket
and to my dismay I found
that halfway up,
I met the b***** barrel comin' down.
The barrel broke me shoulder,
as to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top,
I struck the pulley with me head
I spun around, all numbed with shock,
from this almighty blow.
When the barrel spilled out half the bricks 14 floors below.
Now when the bricks had fallen
from the barrel to the floor,
I then outweighed the barrel
and I started down once more.
Still clinging tightly to the rope,
I headed for the ground
and I fell among the building bricks
that were all scattered 'round
As I lay there upon the bricks,
I thought I'd passed the worst.
But the barrel struck the pulley
and then the bottom burst.
A shower of bricks came down on me,
I didn't have a hope
and as I was losing consciousness,
I let go the b***** rope.
Now the barrel it being heavier,
it started down once more
it landed right across me,
as I lay there on the floor.
It broke three ribs and my left arm
and I can only say;
That I hope you'll understand,
Why Paddy's not at work today!
copyright Pat Cooksey, 1973
Dear Boss I write this note to you,
to tell you of my plight
and at the time of writing
I am not a pretty sight.
Me body is all black and blue
my face a deathly gray.
So I hope you'll understand,
why Paddy's not at work today.
I was workin' on the 14th floor,
some bricks I had to clear.
And to throw them down from such a height, seemed not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't pleasant,
he bein' an awful sod,
he said I'd have to cart them down
the ladder in me hod.
Now shiftin' all those bricks by hand
seemed to me so very slow.
So I hoisted up a barrel
and secured a rope below.
But in my haste to do the job,
I was too blind to see,
that a barrel full of buildin' bricks
was heavier than me.
So when I untied the rope
the barrel fell like lead
and clinging tightly to the rope,
I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket
and to my dismay I found
that halfway up,
I met the b***** barrel comin' down.
The barrel broke me shoulder,
as to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top,
I struck the pulley with me head
I spun around, all numbed with shock,
from this almighty blow.
When the barrel spilled out half the bricks 14 floors below.
Now when the bricks had fallen
from the barrel to the floor,
I then outweighed the barrel
and I started down once more.
Still clinging tightly to the rope,
I headed for the ground
and I fell among the building bricks
that were all scattered 'round
As I lay there upon the bricks,
I thought I'd passed the worst.
But the barrel struck the pulley
and then the bottom burst.
A shower of bricks came down on me,
I didn't have a hope
and as I was losing consciousness,
I let go the b***** rope.
Now the barrel it being heavier,
it started down once more
it landed right across me,
as I lay there on the floor.
It broke three ribs and my left arm
and I can only say;
That I hope you'll understand,
Why Paddy's not at work today!