Please Buy This Record
All you hipsters and you rockers, if you're cool please buy this record
Jazz Funk and be-bop lovers, get gone and buy my record
How bout you pill poppin techno heads, won't you please re-mix my record
Ah Skinheads, Punks, Teds,
Please buy this record!
Please buy my record, it'll help to see me through
Now I've been forced to turn professional, there's nothin' else I can do.
Aren't Atheists peculiar.
If you believe in the man buy this record
Jump up, shout Halleluiah, clap your hands and buy this record
But aren't nice people dull.
If you're a ST please buy this record
We're desperate to have a hit.
Please buy this record
Coz it Matters!
I'm not ready for the Big Rock Candy Mountain,
So honey please come over here and toss your three coins in my fountain
Isn't life today convoluted.
If you're 'you' please buy this record
Wicked bankers getting re-recruited.
Let's change this record
Let's re-nationalize the Railways, the Electric and the Water...
Then maybe, just maybe,
We might get some kind of pension, instead of just treading water
Like priests who've lost their bibles, emasculate rivals,
still miserable disciples of that old
Regan kissin', iron fistin', heart breakin', job takin'
Blue nosin', mine closin', finger waggin', carpet baggin'
Bull whippin', asset strippin', purga tory, sad story
Takers keepers, losers weepers, jeepers creepers
Shop keeper's daughter
You all know who I'm talkin' about - a little gal that said, 'I've sold the whole country!'
They're takin' all your money,
Takin' all your money,
Takin' all your money's and it's gone, gone, gone
And they won't stop,
Won't stop takin',
Won't stop takin' til it's gone, gone gone
They're takin' all my money,
Takin' all my money,
Takin' all my money and it's gone, gone, gone
And they won't stop, Won't stop takin',
Won't stop takin' til it's gone, gone gone
We're be just like America, just like America,
Just like America's where we've gone gone gone
We're just like America where left's a dirty word and there's poverty for everybody, or ain't you heard
Coz they're takin' all your money, your jobs and houses too,
Takin' all your liberties now what ya gonna do?
Why not treat yourselves to a little Socialism...?
(and a copy of this record of course)
Jazz Funk and be-bop lovers, get gone and buy my record
How bout you pill poppin techno heads, won't you please re-mix my record
Ah Skinheads, Punks, Teds,
Please buy this record!
Please buy my record, it'll help to see me through
Now I've been forced to turn professional, there's nothin' else I can do.
Aren't Atheists peculiar.
If you believe in the man buy this record
Jump up, shout Halleluiah, clap your hands and buy this record
But aren't nice people dull.
If you're a ST please buy this record
We're desperate to have a hit.
Please buy this record
Coz it Matters!
I'm not ready for the Big Rock Candy Mountain,
So honey please come over here and toss your three coins in my fountain
Isn't life today convoluted.
If you're 'you' please buy this record
Wicked bankers getting re-recruited.
Let's change this record
Let's re-nationalize the Railways, the Electric and the Water...
Then maybe, just maybe,
We might get some kind of pension, instead of just treading water
Like priests who've lost their bibles, emasculate rivals,
still miserable disciples of that old
Regan kissin', iron fistin', heart breakin', job takin'
Blue nosin', mine closin', finger waggin', carpet baggin'
Bull whippin', asset strippin', purga tory, sad story
Takers keepers, losers weepers, jeepers creepers
Shop keeper's daughter
You all know who I'm talkin' about - a little gal that said, 'I've sold the whole country!'
They're takin' all your money,
Takin' all your money,
Takin' all your money's and it's gone, gone, gone
And they won't stop,
Won't stop takin',
Won't stop takin' til it's gone, gone gone
They're takin' all my money,
Takin' all my money,
Takin' all my money and it's gone, gone, gone
And they won't stop, Won't stop takin',
Won't stop takin' til it's gone, gone gone
We're be just like America, just like America,
Just like America's where we've gone gone gone
We're just like America where left's a dirty word and there's poverty for everybody, or ain't you heard
Coz they're takin' all your money, your jobs and houses too,
Takin' all your liberties now what ya gonna do?
Why not treat yourselves to a little Socialism...?
(and a copy of this record of course)
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Writer(s): Daniel Brittain
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