This Is What We Want

I want a chair that just don't creak
I want a roof that just won't leak
I want a boss that ain't a freak
I want a bog that doesn't reek
Doesn't reek, doesn't reek
Doesn't reek, doesn't reek

We want machines that ain't so loud you have to yell
We want to work in places that ain't hot as hell
We want some chocolate that won't make us fat
Just give us loads of that
Loads of that, loads of that

I want the canteen run by Wimpy's restaurant
I want my overalls designed by Mary Quant
I want the factory moved to Southern Spain
I want my doors blown off by Michael Kayne

Michle Kayne
All we really want to say is throw a little crumb this way
A tiny, tiny, wee little touch
It's not as if we're asking for much
Spread some joy around the place
Put a smile on my face
Don't mess with us
'Cause this is what we want

A changing room that doesn't always smell of shit
Egyptian cotton towels to wipe my sweaty bits
Chanel Perfume and server free
I want Bary to service me
Service me

All we really wanna say is throw a little crumb this way
A tiny, tiny, weeny little touch
It's not as if we're asking for much
Spread some joy around the place
Put a smile on my face
Don't mess with us
'Cause this is what we want

I'm crying for, whining for, yearning for, burning for
Aching for, quaking for, sick of bleeding waiting for
Change, change, change
Bring it on
Change, change, change
I'm moaning for, groaning for, praying for, greying for,
Scheming for, screaming for
And still we're only dreaming for change, change, change
Keep dreaming of change, change, change

So why don't you get on the case
Before we smack you in the face
Don't mess with us
'Cause this is what we want
Don't mess with us
'Cause this is what we want