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I thought that you were joking When you said, "I want to see you To discuss your contribution to the future Of our nation's heart and soul. Six o'clock my place, why call?" I arrived just after seven, But you said "It doesn't matter. I understand your situation And your image, and I'm flattered. And I'd just like to tell you, That I love all of your albums. Could you sign this for my daughter? She's in hospital, her name is Lyria. Now get down to the gist, Do you want a lot of this? Are you a socialist? "I'm doing fine, buzzing all the time. Just one hit and I feel great. And I support the welfare state. You must be socialist, Because you're always off on the piss, In your private members' bar Oh yes, you are, you superstar. "Well, you sing about common people, And the mis-shapes and the mis-fits So can you bring them to my party, And get them all to sniff this? And all I'm really saying, Is come on, and rock the vote for me. All I'm really saying, Is come on, roll up that note for me. Your chance in all of this is Do you want hits or do you want misses? Are you a socialist? You can be just what you want to be. Just as long as you don't try to compete with me. We've waited such a long time for a chance to help our own kind. So please come on and tell the party life. Oh you owe it to yourself, don't think of anybody else. And we promise we won't tell, no we won't tell. We won't tell. |