All that I have left to say is 'Ah!'
Someone has fouled us up,
Someone has f**ed us down.
Somewhere on the open market
we've been let down.
Somewhere above
the hullabaloo of the
Legislative Assembly.
Somewhere between Karl
Marx's legs, somewhere
between Adam Smith's
legs somewhere between
capital legs we've been let down.
But, somewhere above the
traffic a bird sung so
perfectly we were moved to
weep. Someone has fouled us
up, Someone has
f**ed us 'round. Somewhere on
the open market we've been let
down. Somewhere the
hullabaloo of the market!
But, somewhere above the traffic
A bird sung so perfectly
We were moved to weep.