The Ballad of Sandy the Electrician
He's just a friendly sparky,
But he seems much more than that.
He never gets all narky
When I switch this switch for that.
He never curses worse than "ow!"
We think he's rather nice.
He's connected this old cooker now
Not once, not twice, but thrice.
He washes up his mug of tea
He sweeps away his crumbs
He shares his lunch with cats, for free
And when he's called, he comes.
He's come out on the weekend
He's visited at night
He saves us from a bleak end
When the wiring isn't right
His prices are patrician,
But we agree with that we're told:
Our Sandy the electrician
Is worth his weight in gold.
(This is what happens when I diet at the same time as getting an old kitchen ripped out and a new one fitted. You wait till I get started on W W Builders, the happy gas man, or Stephen Tyler the Tiler.)
posted by Anna Louise Lucia @ 8:23 pm
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8 Comments:
You are mental.
You know, what amazes me is the sense of pride and achievment that suffuses my soul at that comment....
Anyway. Good tradesmen are IMPORTANT, dammit, and are worth celebrating in song.
>>Anyway. Good tradesmen are IMPORTANT, dammit, and are worth celebrating in song.
Ahem - Kate clears throat and begins -
'Twas on a Monday morning the gas man came to call.
The gas tap wouldn't turn - I wasn't getting gas at all.
He tore out all the skirting boards to try and find the main
And I had to call a carpenter to put them back again.
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.
'Twas on a Tuesday morning the carpenter came round.
He hammered and he chiselled and he said:
"Look what I've found: your joists are full of dry rot
But I'll put them all to rights".
Then he nailed right through a cable and out went all the lights!
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.
'Twas on a Wednesday morning the electrician came.
He called me Mr. Sanderson, which isn't quite the name.
He couldn't reach the fuse box without standing on the bin
And his foot went through a window so I called the glazier in.
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.
'Twas on a Thursday morning the glazier came round
With his blow torch and his putty and his merry glazier's song.
He put another pane in - it took no time at all
But I had to get a painter in to come and paint the wall.
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.
'Twas on a Friday morning the painter made a start.
With undercoats and overcoats he painted every part:
Every nook and every cranny - but I found when he was gone
He'd painted over the gas tap and I couldn't turn it on!
Oh, it all makes work for the working man to do.
On Saturday and Sunday they do no work at all;
So 'twas on a Monday morning that the gasman came to call...
See - I can do more than talk about nekkid Sicilians
LOL Anna and Kate.
More, More!!!
ROFL, Kate! Have I ever sung that one for you? The real treat is when P-J and I sing the French Horn Song.
;-)
*rousing applause*
Hi Mary Beth! :-)
LOL Anna! Have you given him a copy? Am looking forward to Ode to Stephen Tyler the tiler -- nothing to do with Aerosmith is it? :)
Nothing to do with Aerosmith, just a coincidence. Although he does have, "Don't wanna miss a thing," as his mobile ring tone.
;-)
No, I don't think I'll give Sandy a copy! I think it would just embarass him.
Although he did come and disconnect the cooker and remove it for the price of a cup of tea. He's such a star!
Anna and Kate - thank you for the smile to start my (hopefully workman-free) weekend.
Lori :)
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