Lyrics:

Up at eight, you can't be late
For Matthew Son, he won't wait

Watch them run down to platform one
And the eight-thirty train to Matthew Son

Matthew Son, the work's never done, there's always something new
The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through
And they've been working all day, all day, all day

There's a five minute break and that's all you take
For a cup of cold coffee and a piece of cake

Matthew Son, the work's never done, there's always something new
The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through
And they've been working all day, all day, all day

He's got people who've been working for fifty years
No one asks for more money cuz nobody dares
Even though they're pretty low and their rent's in arrears

Matthew Son, Matthew Son, Matthew Son, Matthew Son
And they've been working all day, all day, all day