Vocation, vocation, vocation?

We really should beseech her,
To tell us what her job is,
She said she was a teacher,
We think she peels orang-es.

Oh Chuckie, Chuckie, Chuckster,
What do you really do?
'Cos if you were a teacher,
We think you'd smell of glue.

The fact you smell of citrus,
And say "it's clementines",
Makes us think you've tricked us,
A teacher? In your dreams!

You really work for Britvic,
Peeling ripened fruit,
So now we've found the truth out,
Don't lie again, you brute!