One year later    This queue never moved    I've got well dressed slugs    Crawling over my shoes    And all these bouncers    Pushing me around    Well I'll huff and I'll puff    I'll blow your house down    In these hard times    No money for the arts    No money for a bonus    And my car won't start    The taxman cometh    And the landlord too    Now something better chance    I've got things to do       Scratched record carries on forever    Last waltz carries on forever    Prize fighter carries on forever    Too much bowing    To the sacred cow    Hey! You! Outside! Now!       Two years later    And the tap still drips    This pain in my back    Means I still can't sleep    They're ripping up the longside    For plastic seats    We're ripping off the gas    Just to make ends meet    Half the population    Living off crime    I'm talking 'bout the fuckers    On question time    Pop fops on horse    Haven't got a clue    Now something better change    I've got things to do       Scratched record carries on forever    Last waltz carries on forever    Prize fighter carries on forever    Too much bowing    To the sacred cow    Hey! You! Outside! Now!       Three years later    And I'm still in this queue    Now somethnig better change    I've got things to do    Too much bowing    To the sacred cow    Hey! You! Outside! Now!