Ground Control To Tony

Ground control to tony

Won't you come down from wherever the hell you've been?

This country's fucked up

This eroding rock

Battered by a syrup sea of apathy

And half-baked complacency

Ground control to tony

This country's britain if you're quite ready for touchdown

[we've been so patient

All through the show

Though why you bothered we still don't know]

The labour party

Needs pre-requisites in place

Like compassion and a caring human face

..

…

Let's go on a holiday

Not as far as outer space

But somewhere where you can get lost

Just finding yourself inside yourself

Ground control to tony

We get the feeling you're a pointless schmooze machine

But the only time people get off their arse

Is when the policy directly affects their cars

Now tory policy

Would make homes for moles

Stuffed with worms and just a mass of mud and holes

The men from rent-a-cause who know what's in vogue

They want william to appeal to xenophobes

There is a third way

- it's the victory of rhetoric

[but it's much too hard to describe]

But we all know who mandy's earwigged

And where two jags slopped for his lunch

Ground control to tony

Won't you come down from wherever the hell you've been?

It must send you dizzy

High above the ground

The london wheel spins around and around

But never moves on.