(ian hunter)      Shut up!!!      It's clean the chimneys kids, and it's 1974   Shake a fist, make oliver twist   There's no way you ain't poor   Work the mine, work the factory line   Watch the news, get the blues, blow a fuse   Number one ain't gettin' it done   And number two always got to lose      Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker   Money funny honey, cook book looker   Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker   Easy fee degree, cute boot licker      Now I'll tell you something   It seems like the rich dudes live in the sun   And if eton be a democracy - well I'm gonna get me some      They got no chins and they always win   Piece of glass hides the class from the mass   Uni-own jack is starting to crack   The greed breed's killin' off the grass      Come on, own up! - you're blown-up, you're shown-up   Amatuers - amateurs - bullshit calamitors!      Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker   Money funny honey, cook book looker   Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker   Easy fee degree, cute boot licker      Thought you said, you'd make us into a star   You just jive, you connived with our lives   You're a scar, a disgrace, such a waste, filthy taste - lost your case      Hi number ten, how's things goin'?    Times are a-changin', winds are blowin'   Big white chief, false teeth showin'   I'm sittin' here growin, I'm sittin' here knowin'   You're on the lamm, can't control it   You're just a sham, you mink stole it   Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker   Easy fee degree, cute boot licker   Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker   Money funny honey, cook book looker