Job chances seem very thin. It's a losing battle we must all win. The C.B.I. are winning keep down the pay. Mysterious people calling early in the day.
They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers. Tom Robinsons' army of trendy wankers. Flared blue jeans and anoracks. With yellow streaks all down their backs.
Mr. Rock 'N' Roll you look so right. With your clothes so dark and you hair so bright. Hanging round The Ship and the West End clubs. With the Midnight Boys and The Marquee mugs.
Harry runs his business. From above the dodgy Ino. His brother is a chemist. It's a front for Anadin. What's his name? Harry May [x2]. . [Chorus:]. Harry [x4] May, Harry [x4] May.
Spend spend spend is the line to take. Keep on buying it's no mistake. Get what you want whenever you can. Cause Mr. Bank Manager's a nice ol' man. . When your flexible friend just don't want to know.
Well let me take you to my hood, my hood. Well let me take you to my hood, my hood. Well let me take you to my hood, my hood. Well let me take you to my hood, my hood.
My baby gets me shakin' - she's got a way of makin' me. Feel like I'm still seventeen. She gets me high-she gets me low-and in between. . Blue eyes she's got 'em - legs on the bottom.
Butterfly sparing, I'll let you fly away. The dust that will be another oak tree. Breathing an oak tree. . Still I wait for the world to turn around. Still I wait for the dancers.