Oh get down, getting down, so much money in the ground   For the people who don't deserve it now   It's a circus we're the clowns as the giant ones disown   Every bit of something we call home      Said it's a pity 'bout the middle class Holden mass   We get a bit to play around with doesn't really matter   They kid us with their dole, kid us with the dope   But generally speaking, nobody's got a hope      We're playing the music of the middle-aged queens   Getting fatter and fatter and splitting their jeans   It's all the same, we're out in the cold   The good ones died, the others just got old   Everything's set, everything's fine   You just got to stand in line   Oh everything's set, everything's fine   You just got to stand in line      Getting down, getting down, we have to make it now   Everybody's beaten, everybody's down, oh everybody's down   So goodbye to the creeps who are making it   Goodbye to the let it happen stand   I'm moving out got no doubt they've forgettn twist 'n' shout   They never ever listen to the man