It may have been Camelot for Jack and Jacqueline   But on the Che Guevara highway filling up with gasoline   Fidel Castro's brother spies a rich lady who's crying   Over luxury's disappointment   So he walks over and he's trying   To sympathise with her but he thinks that he should warn her   That the Third World is just around the corner.      In the Soviet Union a scientist is blinded   By the resumption of nuclear testing and he is reminded   That Dr Robert Oppenheimer's optimism fell   At the first hurdle.      In the Cheese Pavilion and the only noise I hear   Is the sound of someone stacking chairs   And mopping up spilt beer   And someone asking questions and basking in the light   Of the fifteen fame-filled minutes of the fanzine writer.      Mixing pop and politics he asks me what the use is   I offer him embarrassment and my usual excuses   While looking down the corridor   Out to where the van is waiting   I'm looking for the Great Leap Forwards.      Jumble sales are organised and pamphlets have been posted   Even after closing time there's still parties to be hosted   You can be active with the activists   Or sleep in with the sleepers   While you're waiting for the Great Leap Forwards.      One leap forward, two leaps back   Will politics get me the sack?      Here comes the future and you can't run from it   If you've got a blacklist I want to be on it.      It's a mighty long way down rock 'n roll   From Top of the Pops to drawing the dole.      If no one seems to understand   Start your own revolution and cut out the middleman.      In a perfect world we'd all sing in tune   But this is reality so give me some room.      So join the struggle while you may   The Revolution is just a T-shirt away.   Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards