Early in the morning
Going to meet a man
Wants a [bad word] unloading
For cash-in-hand
You don't ask questions
When there's nothing in the bank 
Got to feed the kids
And put the diesel in the tank

Bacon, egg and sausage
Double chips and beans 
Tea and bread and butter
And a day on the machines
Christmas [bad word] With the final demand
What you got going
For cash in hand

So it ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City 
It ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City

Early in the morning
Where the [bad word] all stand
I've got a pocket full of folding
And a pair of jerry cans
I've got to keep it going
They're laying off at Ford
I'm only one step ahead 
Of my room and board

So it ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City 
It ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City

Early in the morning
Going to meet a man
Wants a [bad word] unloading
For cash-in-hand
You don't ask questions
When there's nothing in the bank 
Got to feed the kids
And put the diesel in the tank

So it ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City 
It ain't too pretty
Corned Beef City