Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M.
Now the news has snapped to attention
But anyway the lunch bells ring
Never mind that it's time for the bus
Get your car outta that gear
Knuckle merchants and your bankers too
Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Don't stop, give it all you got
Socrates and Milhous Nixon
Like cowboys do in TV land
Take my baby to sophistication
Lunar landing of the dentist convention
You lot, what?
Yeah, wave bye, bye
So cheap and real phony
You'll be given the same reward
You lot, what?
You lot, what?
(In a second, maan, alright Chuck)
What do we have for entertainment?
Engels lent him the necessary pence
Gimme Honda, gimme Sony
Seafood restaurant gets out of hand
Gets you up and it gets you out
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Don't stop, give it all you got, yeah
Better work hard, I seen the price
Karlo Marx and Frederick Engels
Don't stop, yeah
Hit the town, he drinks his wages
You're frettin', you're sweatin'
It's no good for man to work in cages
Don't stop, huh
You lot, what?
But did you notice, not gettin' anywhere
Cops kickin' gypsies on the pavement
Don't you ever stop, a long enough to start
We got to work and you're one of us
Cold water in the face
What have we got? Yeah, ooh
News flash, 'Vacuum cleaner sucks up budgie'
You lot, what?
Went to the park to check on the game
You lot, what?
But how long can you keep it up?
You lot, what?
Take your car outta that gear
Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss
You're frettin', you're sweatin'
It's our profit, it's his loss
You lot, what?
Both went the same way through the kitchen
What have we got?
But they was murdered by the other team
Don't stop, give it all you got
Clocks go slow in a place of work
Take one hour, do your thang
But did you notice, you ain't gettin'
Who's more famous to the billion millions?
One says sun and one says sleet
Working for a rise, better my station
Must get up and learn those rules
Churnin' out that boogaloo
Seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
What have we got? Yeah, ooh
Minutes drag and the hours jerk
You can be true, you can be false
Don't stop, yeah
Don't stop, give it all you got
English pounds and Eskimo pence
Marx was skint but he had sense
Cheeesboiger
Came to the checkout at the seven on eleven
Who went on to win fifty-nil
(When can I tell 'em what I do?)
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents
Move yourself to go again
So get back to work and sweat some more
Don't stop
The sun will sink and we'll get out the door
Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin
Weather man and the crazy chief
Italian mobster shoots a lobster
Brings you back to this awful place
Don't you ever stop, long enough to start
What have we got? Magnificence
A car in the fridge, a fridge in the car
