King Solomon's Song And Mine

Solomon took a census, and we were just passing through

But his press gang arrested us and led us to the quarry two by two

And now, King Solomon, I'm working for a song in your mine

Solomon wants a palace and a temple for his God Yahweh

But you and me sweet Alison we get sweet FA

And now, King Solomon, we're working for a song in your mine

You trade our daylight for Turkish Delight

You trade our fear for euphoria

But we trade the real for your underground rail

And your foreman's rules

O my love, let's start a trade union for fools

The Queen of Sheba visited, brought spices and guitars

There never were spices or guitars like that

At least never for the likes of us

Solomon took some frankincense, the Queen took some cocaine

Then the lighting changed and they sang strange words

And the band already knew the chords

And now, King Solomon, I'm working for your song and mine

You trade our daylight for Turkish Delight

One thing's sure and nothing's surer

The rich get richer and the poor get

Now we're living happily, Alison and I

We can't stop singing Solomon's song, we were singing it on the night

We conceived our healthy children, who thanks to the union line

Are at school with the sons of the foreman

With a future down the mine

And soon, King Solomon, they'll be working for your song and mine

You trade our daylight for Turkish Delight

You trade our fear for euphoria

But we trade our lives for the song you taught us to sing

How does it go? The trade union and God save the King!