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I'm the Boss of the
And I've got hunger for me
Listen and you'll to understand
I my profits on stolen land
It's the of supply and demand
And I the demands around here
Product sells, die
Same wrapped in lies
Give a little money and play rock and roll
The biggest to the biggest fools
Good ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to the show you the audience participate
On our show tonight we got lost of surprises in store for you at
In keeping the fashion for charity, not change
Here's out contribution--we've called it Aid
For every pop star that we slag off
A pounds will be given away
Paul McCartney - come on
crocodile tears to irrigate this ground
Make of Ethiopia a paradise
Where everyone sings Beatles songs and buys in EMI
Charity, starvation, and rock and
Let it be, eh
Freddie Mercury, this is your
the Lord that you were born white
And apartheid for this wonderful opportunity
To peddle hypocrisy in Sun City
A bit of a hot in a moment, eh Fred, in South Africa?
Well I'm sure there's a in there somewhere
David Bowie, the price is
A of compassion and a gobful of shite
Still the voices of those who
for the peasants to end this drought
David the world can take so much
And you around, we're in for a really hard time
Jagger and Richards, for a laugh
Dancing us down the garden
To a place where grows on trees
Where cocaine are financed by hunger and disease
There's only one mountain in the rock and business
Ladies and Gentlemen, and it's Mick
Ask the puppet-masters who pull the
Who makes the money when the puppets
Ask the where does the money go
Ask the children what are we singing for
And Richard, three, two, one
The God who remains the religion's gone
Cliff, we've got a surprise for you today
So come up closer, this way
Cliff, you're such an of moral worth
Such a purist come to bless our earth
on behalf of our viewers watching on telly
And on behalf of the millions empty bellies
We're donating something special that we're all to like
Richard, we're going to nail you up to a cross tonight
Ladies and gentlemen, just imagine it, someone comes along, takes everything you own, your space, your house, separates you your family and then hits you in the face if you say anything different. Well, that's what we've been doing to the third world for the past four hundred years. That's you and me. You the viewers at home, me in the studio, the pop stars, everyone. That's how we make the third world, every day, today and every day. If you want any correspondence with the program, just send your answers, letter bombs only, to BP House, Victoria Street, London, SW1
Thank you and night
the world
Starve the

I know there be more
I know there be more
Than just a little bit more
When half of this is so helplessly poor
Starved of the real
and tradition
And the cycle of hungry
Will keep on going
I know there must be
keep on going 'round
I there must be more
Will keep on 'round
I know there be more
'Till we the house of commons to the ground