1992, don't believe the hype Take a look at the small print Ignore the bold type Let the flags of plunder unfurl
It's just you and me against the world The only thing that we'll ever get From them is sorrow Lead on Macduff and I'll follow
In spite of all you been told about Elvis The good die old and helpless In bobble hats and armchair football scarves For the big match with Antarctic Thistle They didn't catch the half time whistle
When they wheeled on the pop music stars With their pop music guitars and they were singing 1, 2, 3, happy neighborhood
Do, re, me, so far so good
Because life, Mrs. Brown It's just one big knees up A night on the town, a storm in a teacup (More like a teacup in a storm)
Where are the songs About boozers and buildings Banning the bomb And abusing the children
Who'll one day be pop music stars With their pop music guitars and they'll be singing 1, 2, 3, happy neighborhood Do, re, me, so far so good