Concrete Brothers - Nits

Uncle Rinus, uncle William, Uncle Sas

And my father

Are working much harder

These last years

And the money disappears

And the bookkeeper disappears

In the smoke of his cigar

A hopeless balance

They buy a blue truck

And hire a carpenter

At the age of 50 my father

Is taking driving lessons

Because his back is almost broken

By lifting too many stones

He is doing the talking

And the business

Wearing a raincoat and a hat

The Concrete Brothers go bankrupt

He is standing on

A new concrete floor

He is talking to the workers

In a strange voice

And I am upstairs on a scaffold

Doing my holiday work

And I watch him