Style Council - Life At A Top Peoples Health Farm Lyrics
Dads gone down the dog track, engels laying cablesBrothers with his student friends plotting in the stablesTheyre preparing for power and how to winIm covered in solaire and preparing to swimOld iron! old iron! - I heard the bobby shoutAs he brought his friendly truncheon down withWith a God almighty clout.Mothers playing bingo, shes hoping for a big winShe buys the daily papers to see how 10% liveMy cousins greatest wish, is to one day buy a farmAnd turn it into a health club with top people charmAny evening, any day - Im singing to myselfIll pack up all my clothes and dough and piss off somewhere else.My ol man was a dust person until he got the shoveNow the iron heel he talked about is backed by the iron gloveBrothers bought new glasses, shaped like leon trotskysThey look very nice on the mantlepiece, next to the royal familyIm laying back with the radio on, in time to hear the archersAn everyday tale of country folk mixed up in prostitution.Like all good stories with a happy end, which Ill now give to youOur cousins wish was granted and so his dream came trueHis gas shares doubled, while his telecoms soaredTil he had enough money, to chair his own boardAnd thank you margaret thatcher, may you never come to harmHe now serves *****tails and lettuce at a top peoples health club farm.
