She works, she works like a trojan And she never says nothing, she doesn't get sick She never makes trouble, she's a really good stick All day, she works at the same job Over and over like a cow in the field A pig that's in clover, a capital yield IT'S a permanent job, it's a permanent strain She's a permanent woman, and it's a permanent pain And her fingers are feeling quite wretched But she never says nothing, doesn't complain She's alright in the morning, she does it again She tells you she's happy, she cries on the train And her boss, he thinks he is Santa He inquires politely, she says it's alright It's hurting so badly but it wouldn't be right She can do one more carton 'fore she says goodnight Problems, she's got great big problems She says it's arthritis to the power of ten It's been in her family since I don't know when She tells you it's going but here it comes again Oh and the union, she won't join the union She thinks she's a martyr, takes it with a smile The management knows but it's not their style You get used to being a cripple after a while