I'm the Boss of the company   And I've got hunger working for me   Listen and you'll begin to understand   I built my profits on stolen land   It's the economics of supply and demand   And I make the demands around here   Product sells, people die   Same manipulation wrapped in lies   Give a little money and play your rock and roll   The biggest prizes to the biggest fools   Good evening ladies and gentlemen   Welcome to the show where you the audience participate   On our show tonight we got lost of surprises in store for you at home   In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change   Here's out contribution--we've called it Slag Aid   For every pop star that we slag off today   A million pounds will be given away   Paul McCartney - come on down   With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground   Make of Ethiopia a fertile paradise   Where everyone sings Beatles songs and buys shares in EMI   Charity, starvation, and rock and roll   Let it be, eh Paulie?   Freddie Mercury, this is your life   Thank the Lord that you were born white   And thank apartheid for this wonderful opportunity   To peddle your hypocrisy in Sun City   A bit of a hot potato in a moment, eh Fred, in South Africa?   Well I'm sure there's a video in there somewhere   David Bowie, the price is right   A suitful of compassion and a gobful of shite   Still the voices of those who doubt   Coca-Cola for the peasants to end this drought   David the world can only take so much   And with you around, we're in for a really hard time   Jagger and Richards, game for a laugh   Dancing us down the garden path   To a place where money grows on trees   Where cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease   There's only one mountain in the rock and roll business   Ladies and Gentlemen, and it's Mick Jagger   Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings   Who makes the money when the puppets sing   Ask the corporations where does the money go   Ask the empty-bellied children what are we singing for   And Cliff Richard, three, two, one   The God who remains when the religion's gone   Cliff, we've got a special surprise for you today   So come up closer, step this way   Cliff, you're such an example of moral worth   Such a purist saint come to bless our earth   That on behalf of our viewers watching on telly   And on behalf of the millions with empty bellies   We're donating something special that we're all going to like   Cliff Richard, we're going to nail you up to a cross tonight   Ladies and gentlemen, just imagine it, someone comes along, takes everything you own, your space, your house, separates you from your family and then hits you in the face if you say anything different. Well, that's what we've been doing to the third world for the past four hundred years. That's you and me. You the viewers at home, me in the studio, the pop stars, everyone. That's how we make the third world, every day, today and every day. If you want any correspondence with the program, just send your answers, letter bombs only, to BP House, Victoria Street, London, SW1   Thank you and good night   Feed the world   Starve the rich   Goodnight   I know there must be more   I know there must be more   Than giving just a little bit more   When half of this world is so helplessly poor   Starved of the real solution   Charity and tradition   And the cycle of hungry children   Will keep on going 'round   I know there must be more   Will keep on going 'round   I know there must be more   Will keep on going 'round   I know there must be more   'Till we burn the house of commons to the ground