| Song | Smile |
| Artist | Peter Hammill |
| Album | In a Foreign Town |
| The jokes are everywhere, | |
| The secret deal's complete – | |
| Money talks, some good advice, | |
| The politicians run like clockwork mice, | |
| All fits the masterplan. | |
| A database on the telephone | |
| And cable sunshine floods your home – | |
| So, times are good? | |
| Fat cats get fatter day by day, | |
| Those who sit it out will make their way, | |
| So things can't be that bad. | |
| Ooh, a smile has set upon this land, | |
| Ooh, a selfish grin of ignorance; | |
| Ooh, you simply have to play the game. | |
| The joke's on us: | |
| This is more and more ridiculous. | |
| Everything's great, | |
| Objectivity taboo; | |
| Self-satisfaction pumping up | |
| Minor achievements to cover up | |
| All the failures and mistakes | |
| And if you don't smile along | |
| You're a public enemy, you don't belong... | |
| The black lists are in the mail. | |
| There isn't any room for doubt, | |
| We'll all be equal when we share it out | |
| But outsiders will get nothing. | |
| Ooh, a smile has set upon this land, | |
| Ooh, a rictus grin of ignorance; | |
| Ooh, you simply have to play the game. | |
| The joke's on us: | |
| This is more and more ridiculous. |
| The jokes are everywhere, | |
| The secret deal' s complete | |
| Money talks, some good advice, | |
| The politicians run like clockwork mice, | |
| All fits the masterplan. | |
| A database on the telephone | |
| And cable sunshine floods your home | |
| So, times are good? | |
| Fat cats get fatter day by day, | |
| Those who sit it out will make their way, | |
| So things can' t be that bad. | |
| Ooh, a smile has set upon this land, | |
| Ooh, a selfish grin of ignorance | |
| Ooh, you simply have to play the game. | |
| The joke' s on us: | |
| This is more and more ridiculous. | |
| Everything' s great, | |
| Objectivity taboo | |
| Selfsatisfaction pumping up | |
| Minor achievements to cover up | |
| All the failures and mistakes | |
| And if you don' t smile along | |
| You' re a public enemy, you don' t belong... | |
| The black lists are in the mail. | |
| There isn' t any room for doubt, | |
| We' ll all be equal when we share it out | |
| But outsiders will get nothing. | |
| Ooh, a smile has set upon this land, | |
| Ooh, a rictus grin of ignorance | |
| Ooh, you simply have to play the game. | |
| The joke' s on us: | |
| This is more and more ridiculous. |