My remedies are back room philosophies   Some protection from the passive brigades   The Italians have a word for it   But I don's speak a single word of it      Work, work, work That's no way to make a living   Meanwhile, back in the real world      You and I must agree to disagree   So say your piece then leave me in mine   I'll step aside when they throw the book at me   They'll hang themselves with their party lines      Work, work, work That's no way to make a living   Meanwhile back in the real world      I'll skin alive the next man who says I will   Stop at nothing to get all the way   I'd recomend a good undertaker   And of course a nice Beaujolais      Work, work, work That's no way to make a living   Meanwhile back in the real world      You can't breathe without complications   Money is the mother tongue   I think at heart I'm a frustrated gangster   Who can't raise enough money for a gun      Work, work, work That's no way to make a living   Meanwhile back in the real world   Who wants the real world......