School holidays were draggin' on
He was gettin' really bored
And his Mum had started poppin' pills
She was climbin' up the walls

So when he asked her could he go across
The buildin' site and play
She just popped another pill 'n' just said
"Don't get in the way"

So he chucked his little toolbox
In his billycart 'n' left
While his Mum knocked up a cuppa
Laced with valium and Bex

She needed all the help she could
To cope with holidays
But the pills and powders weren't enough
When he got home from play ... 'n' said ...

Chorus
I wanna be a f___in' builder when I grow up ... eh, Mum
And build f___in' houses everywhere, millions of the c___s
A bricky or a chippy, eh Mum, I don't give a f___
I just wanna be a f___in' builder when I grow up

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It seemed the sawn-off s___
Had listened to the builders while they worked
And he'd remembered everything --
Word for f___in' word!

And his shell-shocked Mum just sat there
As he went on to explain
How "some w___er lost the f___in' plans
Then found the c___s again!"

And how "some d___head missed the f___in' nail
And hit his f___in' thumb!"
And how "they shaved a mickey whisker
Off the door to close the c___!"

And his voice was so excited
Best fun he'd ever had!
"And can I go back tomorrow, Mum?
Can't wait till I tell Dad, how ...

Chorus
I wanna be a f___in' builder when I grow up
And build f___in' houses everywhere, millions of the c___s
A bricky or a chippy, really, I don't give a f___
I just wanna be a f___in' builder when I grow up

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His Mum was scoffin' scotch and serepax
And propped against the fridge
And when his Dad got home she dribbled
"Tell your father what you said"

So the young bloke give his Dad a serve
Didn't even stop for breath
"f___ the weather, f___ the foreman
Ah dad up the B.L.F.

His old man turned f___in' purple
'N' his whole body started to twitch
Until finally he exploded
"Go and get a switch!"

But the young bloke shook his head
'N' said, "No way, mate, I've knocked off
Anyway, you c'n go 'n' get rooted
Cause that's a f___in' electrician's job!"
f___in w___er

Chorus
Cause I wanna be a f___in' builder when I grow up
And build f___in' houses everywhere, millions of the c___s
A bricky or a chippy, not a sparky, go get f___ed
I just wanna be a f___in' builder when I grow up

Yeah, I wanna be a f___in' builder when I grow up
And build f___in' houses everywhere, millions of the c___s
A bricky or a chippy, you cranky b______, go get f___ed
I just wanna be a f___in' builder when I grow up

Yeah, I wanna be a f___in' builder when I grow up
And build f___in' houses everywhere, millions of the c___s
A bricky or a chippy, you're not me foreman, go get f___ed
I just wanna be a f___in' builder when I grow up

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