Lyrics:

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

(Gotta get on with these!)

Can't stop
Lose job
Mind gone
Silicon
Stroll on
What bomb?
Get away
Pay day
Make hay
Break down
Need fix
Big six
Click click
Hold on
Oh no
Bingo! (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 gotta get on with the film show.
Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow
Who cares what it's about
As long as the kids go?
So, Not now John
We've gotta get on with the show.

(ooooo, Noooo!, Gotta get on, Gotta get on, Gotta get on)

Hang on John I've got to get on with this.
I don't know what it is
But it fits on here like Hssss
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 amusement
Or it could be reusable shows.

Fuck all that we've got to get on with these
Gotta 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 let's go and show these.
Make us feel tough
And wouldn't Maggie be pleased?
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah!

Whooh!

One! Two! Three! Four!
(Not now John we've gotta get on)

"s'cusi dove il bar
(What?)
se para collo pou eine toe bar
s'il vous plait ou est le bar
(...say it in English!...)
oi, where's the fucking bar John?
(Oh, now you're talking!)"
Oh! Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the day
Down!
Go, Maggie!
Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, now!