Lyrics Rigging It Up, Duncannon - Tom Robinson

Rigging It Up, Duncannon

My name’s Duncannon and I used to deal
As a radar rigger on the Forties field
But in my face you’ll see the scar
Of the petrodollar and the German car
Oh, no no, rigging it up Duncannon
Oh, no no, rigging it up tonight
Worked on a pipeline pumping crude
And lived with the shiftwork, gales and food
But the greatest danger, near or far
Were the boardroom barons with a German car
Oh, no no, rigging it up Duncannon
Oh, no no, rigging it up tonight
They’d save on safety maintenance
They were mean and underhand
They’d maximize their bottom lines
In shelter on the land
It was 0300 on the brig
When the nightmare happened on our sister rig
I can see the fireball in my dreams
As the dot disappeared from the radar screens
Oh, no no, rigging it up Duncannon
Oh, no no, rigging it up tonight
They sent for their insurance men
They sent for Red Adair
They sent the rescue services
To the rig that wasn’t there
You whizzkid cowboys of the range
As you make your killing on the Stock Exchange
Remember the men you pressed too far
For the petrodollar and a German car
Oh, no no, rigging it up Duncannon
Oh, no no, rigging it up tonight