Seems like yesterday you first started As a rodeo cowboy in the big bull market As the enterprise culture reached its pinnacle Driven by an upbeat privatized miracle Life is hard, though and times are leaner For the banker, the broker and the window cleaner And nobody's straw's shorter than yours As the cuts get tougher and the streets get meaner
When the dividend of a divided nation Is stepping over bodies in the underground station The just rewards of the high and haughty Are the P-45 and the UB40 In a downward spiral with zero option You're fleeced in a deal of your own concoction As the panic grows you suddenly know how it feels As the boss says 'We're letting you go now'
Ain't gonna be in that driving seat no more Ain't gonna be in that driving seat no more
So hang up your braces and your paisley tie You've lost your shirt, now you're wondering why Your fairweather friends have all disowned you And only your banker and the bailliffs phone you Repossessing everything they burst the bubble, you Hand back the keys to your BMW, Lose your home with the sky high loan And the lows on the Dow Jones cease to trouble you
Ain't gonna be in that driving seat no more Ain't gonna be in that driving seat no more
Well maybe you could lecture on management structure Or work part time as a driving instructor But the business college is undersubscribed And the motoring school's on an economy drive You become a expert in adversity Enrolled in the Hard Knocks University Students everywhere beg and borrow, now Praying they can pay it all back tomorrow, now
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