Sandy Four

Never one to search for gain, every task lent, don't you ever feel the pain, or get sore, putting up the neighbour’s fence, fixing their front door, no matter what it takes, you’re always present, us ungrateful ‘probates, fools sing for applause, get drunk ike the rest, you know the score, no need to remonstrate, to bring out our best, oh, what a player you make, two and two make four, you scatter our defences, never ask for more, but when the night breaks, your investment spent all those cool milkshakes will you take us then?