Lyrics:

Fuck all that
We've got to get on with these
Got to compete with the wily Japanese
There's too many home fires burning
And not enough trees
So fuck all that
We've got to get on with these

Can't stop
Lose job
Mind gone
Silicon
??Stallon??
What bomb
Get away
Pay day
Make hay
Break down
Need fix
Big six
Clickity click
Hold on
Oh no
Bingo

Make 'em laugh
Make 'em cry
Make 'em dance in the aisles
Make 'em pay
Make 'em stay
Make 'em feel ok

Not now john
We've got to get on with the film show
Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow
Who cares what it's all about
As long as the kids go
So not now John
We've got to get on with the show

Hang on John
I've got to get on with this
I don't know what it is
But it fits on here like this...
Come at the end of the shift
We'll go and get pissed
But not now John
I've got to get on with this

Hold on John
I think there's something good on
I used to read books but ????
It could be the news or
Some other abuse or
It could be reusable shows

Fuck all that
We've got to get on with these
Got to compete with the wily Japanese
No need to worry about the Vietnamese
Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees
Well, maybe not the Russian Bear
Maybe the Swedes
We showed Argentina
Now lets go and show these
Make us feel tough
And wouldn't Maggie be pleased
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah!
One, two, three, four
[Man1:] 'S'cusi dove il bar'
[Man2:] 'What?'
[Man1:] 'Se para collo pou eine toe bar
S'il vous plait ou est le bar'
[Man2:] '...say it in English!...'
[Man1:] 'Oi', where's the fucking bar john?'
[Man2:] 'Oh, now you're talking!'
Oh! Rule Britannia
Britannia rules the day
Down
Go, Maggie
Hammer, hammer, hammer, hammer, now