1992, don't believe the hype

Take a look at the small print

Ignore the bold type

Let the flag's of plunder unfurl

It's just you and me

Against the world

The only thing we ever got from them

is sorrow

Lead on Macduff and I'll follow



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In spite of what you've been told about Elvis

the good die old and helpless

In hobbie hats and armchair football scarves

for the big match with Antartic 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 neighbourhood

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 neighbourhood

Do re me, so far so good