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.