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I'm the Boss of the
And I've got hunger for me
Listen and you'll begin to
I my profits on stolen land
It's the economics of and demand
And I make the demands around
sells, people die
Same manipulation in lies
Give a little money and play your and roll
The biggest prizes to the fools
Good evening ladies and
to the show where you the audience participate
On our show tonight we got lost of surprises in for you at home
In keeping with the fashion for charity, not
Here's out called it Slag Aid
For every pop that we slag off today
A pounds will be given away
Paul - come on down
With tears to irrigate this ground
Make of Ethiopia a fertile
Where everyone sings Beatles songs and shares in EMI
Charity, starvation, and and roll
Let it be, eh
Mercury, this is your life
Thank the Lord that you were born
And apartheid for this wonderful opportunity
To peddle hypocrisy in Sun City
A bit of a hot potato in a moment, eh Fred, in Africa?
I'm sure there's a video in there somewhere
David Bowie, the price is
A of compassion and a gobful of shite
Still the voices of who doubt
Coca-Cola for the peasants to end drought
David the world can take so much
And with you around, we're in for a hard time
Jagger and Richards, for a laugh
Dancing us the garden path
To a place money grows on trees
cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease
There's one mountain in the rock and roll business
Ladies and Gentlemen, and Mick Jagger
Ask the who pull the strings
Who makes the when the puppets sing
Ask the where does the money go
Ask the empty-bellied children are we singing for
And Richard, three, two, one
The God who remains the religion's gone
Cliff, got a special surprise for you today
So up closer, step this way
Cliff, such an example of moral worth
Such a purist saint to bless our earth
That on behalf of our viewers watching on
And on behalf of the with empty bellies
We're donating something special we're all going to like
Cliff Richard, we're going to nail you up to a cross
Ladies and gentlemen, just imagine it, someone comes along, takes everything you own, your space, 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 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
Feed the
the rich

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