The man in a suit and a plastic smile
He comes knockin' on my door
Left party,middle party we are the right party
Everyone rotten to the core
You ain't gonna get it
You're never gonna get it
Selling me pie in the sky
Orange and green,no colour between
How could it be any worse
All on the make and all on the take
And all from the public purse
You ain't gonna get it
You're never gonna get it
Telling me all those lies
Fat piggies,thin piggies,all the in-between piggies
In it right up to their ears
They get where they are as tribal piggies
By playing on tribal fears
You ain't gonna get it
You're never gonna get it
Selling me pie in the sky
You ain't gonna get it
You're never gonna get it
Telling me all those specially tailored lies