On top of old Clanker
All covered in grease
Up here on the platform
With the world I'm at peace
 
Far above all life's troubles
Its problems and fears
Wrestling with a bent pitman
Fighting two busted gears
 
From which ever direction
The breezes may blow
I'll stay here forever
To make this mill go
 
The tails slightly twisted
And the sails full of rust
I'll fix this old windmill
So help me or bust
 
Now the furl wire's broken
And the wheel's running wild
I'm in mortal terror
That's putting it mild
 
Hanging high on a cross brace
I try to be brave
Should I fall to my death
Plant a mill on my grave