The magnificent seven Ring! Ring! It's 7 A.M.! Move y'self to go again Cold water in the face Brings you back to this awful place Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too Must get up an' learn those rules Weather man and the crazy chief One says sun and one says sleet A.M. and the F.M. the P.M. too Churning out that boogaloo Gets you up and gets you out But how long can you keep it up? Gimme Honda gimme Sony So cheap and real phony Hong Kong dollars Indian cents English pounds and Eskimo pence You lot! What? Don't stop! Give it all you got! You lot! What? Don't stop! Yeah! You lot! What? Don't stop! Give it all you got! You lot! What? Don't stop! Yeah! Working for a rise better my station And take my baby to sophistication Seen the ads, she thinks it's nice Better work hard I seen the price Never mind that it's time for the bus We got to work an' you're one of us Clocks go slow in a place of work Minutes drag and the hours jerk Yeah wave bye-bye "When can I tell 'em wot I do? In a second, maaan... Oright Chuck!" Wave buh-buh-buh-bye to the boss It's our profit, it's his loss But anyway the lunch bells ring Take one hour do your thanng! Cheeesboiger! What do we have for entertainment? Cops kicking Gypsies on the pavement Now the news has snapped to attention! Lunar landing of the dentist convention Italian mobster shoots a lobster Seafood restaurant gets out of hand Car in the fridge Or fridge in the car? Like cowboys do in T.V. land You lot! What? Don't stop give it all you got You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh? You lot! What? Don't stop give it all you got You lot! What? Don't stop. So get back to work and sweat some more The sun will sink and we'll get out the door It's no good for man to work in cages Hit the town he drinks his wages You're fretting you're sweating But did you notice you ain't getting? You're fretting you're sweating But did you notice you not getting anywhere? Don't you ever stop long enough to start? To take your car outta that gear Don't you ever stop long enough to start? To get your car outta that gear Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels Came to the checkout at the 7-11 Marx was skint but he had sense Engels lent him the necessary pence What have we got? Yeh-o What have we got? Yeh-o What have we got? magnificence! (Spoken) I say What have we got? Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi Went to the park to check on the game They was murdered by the other team Who went on to win 50-nil You can be true, you can be false You be given the same reward Socrates and Milhous Nixon Both went the same way through the kitchen Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin Who's more famous to the billion millions? News Flash: Vacuum Cleaner Sucks Up Budgie Oooohh oww... buh-bye Buh bu Magnificence! FUCKING LONG, INNIT?

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