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I'm the Boss of the
And I've got working for me
Listen and you'll to understand
I built my profits on stolen
It's the economics of supply and
And I the demands around here
sells, people die
Same wrapped in lies
Give a money and play your rock and roll
The biggest to the biggest fools
Good ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to the where you the audience participate
On our show tonight we got of surprises in store for you at home
In keeping with the fashion for charity, not
out contribution--we've called it Slag Aid
For every pop star that we slag off
A million pounds be given away
Paul McCartney - on down
With crocodile to irrigate this ground
Make of a fertile paradise
Where sings Beatles songs and buys shares in EMI
Charity, starvation, and rock and
Let it be, eh
Freddie Mercury, this is your
Thank the Lord that you were born
And thank apartheid for this opportunity
To peddle your in Sun City
A bit of a hot potato in a moment, eh Fred, in South
Well I'm sure there's a video in somewhere
David Bowie, the price is
A suitful of and a gobful of shite
Still the voices of those who
Coca-Cola for the peasants to end drought
David the can only take so much
And with you around, we're in for a hard time
Jagger and Richards, for a laugh
us down the garden path
To a place where money on trees
Where cocaine are financed by hunger and disease
There's only one mountain in the rock and roll
Ladies and Gentlemen, and it's Mick
Ask the puppet-masters who pull the
Who makes the money when the sing
Ask the corporations where does the go
Ask the empty-bellied children what are we for
And Richard, three, two, one
The God who remains when the religion's
Cliff, we've got a special surprise for you
So up closer, step this way
Cliff, you're such an example of moral
a purist saint come to bless our earth
That on behalf of our watching on telly
And on of the millions with empty bellies
We're donating something special that we're all to like
Cliff Richard, we're going to 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 from 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 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 must be
I there must be more
Than giving just a bit more
half of this world is so helplessly poor
Starved of the real
and tradition
And the cycle of hungry
Will keep on 'round
I know must be more
Will keep on 'round
I know there be more
keep on going 'round
I know there be more
'Till we burn the of commons to the ground