Fulfilment Centre - Richard Dawson

Over and over and over and over

Again and again and again and again and again

Three hundred units per hour

Hour after hour after hour

Please adjust your packing-rate accordingly

An endless array of tat for us to pick

Stretching and reaching and crouching and bending over

Three hundred units per hour

Hour after hour after hour

Please adjust your packing-rate accordingly

Increase productivity!

Increase productivity!

Increase productivity!

My body hurts all over but I must keep on working

To meet all my quotas or I may face the sack

Stretching, crouching, reaching, bending

Stretching, crouching, reaching, bending

Bedding and power tools, tablets and football shirts

Perfume and Blu-Ray discs, jewelry and dehumidifiers

I am desperate for the toilet

But if I go, I’ll miss my targets

All I can do is pee in a bottle

They treat us like animals here

There’s nothing left of me

By the time I shuffle homeward

On the early morning train

To eat a little breakfast and sleep a while

Before it starts again

Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh

A young lad trying to make some cash in the Christmas rush

Fell asleep on his feet and was asked not to return

Three hundred units per hour

Hour after hour after hour

A lady in her mid to late fifties keeled over

And started convulsing and frothing at the mouth

Three hundred units per hour

Hour after hour after hour

A gentleman who spoke little English

Started to scream at the top of his lungs

No one could understand what he was getting at

Everyone stared ahead and kept working until

Someone came from on high to escort him from the building

Increase productivity!

Increase productivity!

Increase productivity!

PlayStations, Xboxes, Nintendo Wiis

Microwaves, toasters, espresso machines

Brollies and snooker cues

Hoovers and paint

Trainers and tarot cards (Stretching, crouching, reaching, bending)

Dash-cams and wall-art (Stretching, crouching, reaching, bending)

Lego and shaving foam, onesies and retractable extension leads

I’ve been given compulsory overtime over the holidays

Now I can’t go to see my family in Galashiels 'til the new year

There’s nothing left of me by the time I shuffle homeward

On the early morning train

To eat a little breakfast and sleep a while

Before it starts again

There’s more, there has to be

More to life than killing yourself to survive

One day, I’m going to run my own cafe

Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh