How To Get Your Band On Television Lyrics - Chumbawamba

I'm the Boss of the company 

And I've got hunger working for me 

Listen and you'll begin to understand 

I built my profits on stolen land 

It's the economics of supply and demand 

And I make the demands around here 

Product sells, people die 

Same manipulation wrapped in lies 

Give a little money and play your rock and roll 

The biggest prizes to the biggest fools 

Good evening ladies and gentlemen 

Welcome to the show where you the audience participate 

On our show tonight we got lost of surprises in store for you at home 

In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change 

Here's out contribution--we've called it Slag Aid 

For every pop star that we slag off today 

A million pounds will be given away 

Paul McCartney - come on down 

With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground 

Make of Ethiopia a fertile paradise 

Where everyone sings Beatles songs and buys shares in EMI 

Charity, starvation, and rock and roll 

Let it be, eh Paulie? 

Freddie Mercury, this is your life 

Thank the Lord that you were born white 

And thank apartheid for this wonderful opportunity 

To peddle your hypocrisy in Sun City 

A bit of a hot potato in a moment, eh Fred, in South Africa? 

Well I'm sure there's a video in there somewhere 

David Bowie, the price is right 

A suitful of compassion and a gobful of shite 

Still the voices of those who doubt 

Coca-Cola for the peasants to end this drought 

David the world can only take so much 

And with you around, we're in for a really hard time 

Jagger and Richards, game for a laugh 

Dancing us down the garden path 

To a place where money grows on trees 

Where cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease 

There's only one mountain in the rock and roll business 

Ladies and Gentlemen, and it's Mick Jagger 

Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings 

Who makes the money when the puppets sing 

Ask the corporations where does the money go 

Ask the empty-bellied children what are we singing for 

And Cliff Richard, three, two, one 

The God who remains when the religion's gone 

Cliff, we've got a special surprise for you today 

So come up closer, step this way 

Cliff, you're such an example of moral worth 

Such a purist saint come to bless our earth 

That on behalf of our viewers watching on telly 

And on behalf of the millions with empty bellies 

We're donating something special that we're all going to like 

Cliff 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 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 good night 

Feed the world 

Starve the rich 

Goodnight 

I know there must be more 

I know there must be more 

Than giving just a little bit more 

When half of this world is so helplessly poor 

Starved of the real solution 

Charity and tradition 

And the cycle of hungry children 

Will keep on going 'round 

I know there must be more 

Will keep on going 'round 

I know there must be more 

Will keep on going 'round 

I know there must be more 

'Till we burn the house of commons to the ground