I read the news, in a paper No flowers please, donations to charity Like the N.S.P.C.V.d.G.G. Just send the money to Guy and Hugh and David and me. It's a joke, there is no hope left, who ever might disagree Tell me that you're seen the worst, dish me the dirt Go on and rip the back right off my shirt! Tell me how I hate Hugh Banton Tell us that the bank account is zero ant that anyway There's no-one left to play to, oh well, there you go.
Are we ever going to get this act together on time? It's been totally screwed up and I really just don't know Is there any way of keeping a clean feed line? Its out of the question, when the triple distortion booster's blown Jackson, please! What's matter man? You're freaking me out you know Only playing happy families, maybe playing different tunes Always playing too hard, too fast, too soon! Waiting for our fate to take us Waiting for liquidator Caught in colour by the paper in the middle of a show Waiting for our fate to take us Waiting for liquidator The only news is bad news When the only story is making up or carrying on.