From the streets of Aberdeen to the Brighton scene
  There's something going wrong
  From the woolacomb shore to the tots dance floor
  They all shout "what's going on?"
  
  You promised us a country fit for a queen
  But the queen doesn't have to pay
  You promised us a future bright and clean
  For a vote on electionday
  
  Is there no-one left to shout?
  There's some people round here need sorting out
  'Coz for you there's just no hope
  
  Get a rope, get a rope
  
  Sitting warm and snug on your council seat
  In comfy shoes and tweed
  With your rules and regs wrapped nice and neat
  Deciding what my kids can't read
  
  We're sick and tired of your liberal views
  What's politically correct?
  Come judgement day, I'll be trying the noose
  And slipping it around your neck
  
  Can't you hear me shout?
  There are a lot of people like me about
  But for you there's just no hope
  
  Get a rope, get a rope
  
  We want to make life one big joyride
  But the roadblocks get in the way
  We want to fly off the Spanish seaside
  But the plane's always delayed
  
  We want to sing songs on radio 1
  but the BBC says "no!"
  We want to do deals on a mobile phone
  and have something left to show
  
  Is there no-one left to say?
  There's some people round here need blowing away
  'Coz for you there's just no hope
  
  Get a rope, get a rope
  Get a rope, get a rope
  Get a rope, get a rope