The scaffolder's wife,nDriving out of the yard,nWith a face that's as hardnAs a scaffolder's bar.nWhen she goes in to town,nShe might take the top down nOn the car.nnThe quick little steps,nIn the stilleto boots,nAnd the hair with the roots.nShe comes in as a rulenTo get the nails done,nAnd the tan for the sunnWhen the kids are in school.nnDon't begrudge her the Merc,nIt's been nothing but worknAnd a hard life,nLosing her looks,nOver company books,nThe scaffolder's wife. nnIn the wicked old days,nWhen they went it alone,nKept the company goingnOn a wing and a prayer.nThey don't pay what they owenWhen they have the cash flow.nThey don't care.nnnDon't begrudge her the Merc,nIt's been nothing but worknAnd a hard life,nLosing her looks,nOver company books,nThe scaffolder's wife.