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Dads gone down the dog track, engels' laying cables |
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Brothers with his student friends plotting in the stables |
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They're preparing for power and how to win |
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I'm covered in solaire and preparing to swim |
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"old iron! old iron!" - i heard the bobby shout |
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As he brought his friendly truncheon down with |
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With a god almighty clout. |
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Mothers playing bingo, she's hoping for a big win |
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She buys the daily papers to see how 10% live |
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My cousins' greatest wish, is to one day buy a farm |
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And turn it into a health club with top people charm |
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"any evening, any day" - i'm singing to myself |
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I'll pack up all my clothes and dough and piss off somewhere else. |
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My ol' man was a dust person until he got the shove |
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Now the iron heel he talked about is backed by the iron glove |
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Brothers bought new glasses, shaped like leon trotsky's |
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They look very nice on the mantlepiece, next to the royal family |
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I'm laying back with the radio on, in time to hear the archer's |
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An everyday tale of country folk mixed up in prostitution. |
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Like all good stories with a happy end, which i'll now give to you |
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Our cousins wish was granted and so his dream came true |
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His gas shares doubled, while his telecoms soared |
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Til he had enough money, to chair his own board |
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And thank you margaret thatcher, "may you never come to harm" |
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He now serves cocktails and lettuce at a top peoples health club farm. |
