When you're hungry and your stomach's feeling thin You find the nearest restaurant and walk right in Says the waiter with a sigh, you're not dressed without a tie And you bite your lips to keep the swear words in
What kind of people are they? What kind of people are they? They've only got their jobs to do That means they've got it in for you, you
Have you ever sat behind a traffic jam When you'd get there quicker if you walked or ran? When you finally get out, at the front of it no doubt You'll find a policeman causing chaos with his hand
What kind of people are they? What kind of people are they? They've only got their jobs to do That's why they've got it in for you, you
When you park your car in some deserted street Give the parking meter sixpences chew When the money's been digested You'll find that you just invested In the profits of a traffic warden's beat