The magnificent seven Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M. Move yourself to go again Cold water in the face Brings you back to this awful place Knuckle merchants and your bankers too Must get up and learn those rules Weather man and the crazy chief One says sun and one says sleet A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too Churnin' out that boogaloo Gets you up and it gets you out But how long can you keep it up? Gimme Honda, gimme Sony So cheap and real phony Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents English pounds and Eskimo pence You lot, what? Don't stop, give it all you got You lot, what? Don't stop, yeah You lot, what? Don't stop, give it all you got You lot, what? Don't stop, yeah Working for a rise, better my station Take my baby to sophistication Seen the ads, she thinks it's nice Better work hard, I seen the price Never mind that it's time for the bus We got to work and you're one of us Clocks go slow in a place of work Minutes drag and the hours jerk Yeah, wave bye, bye (When can I tell 'em what I do?) (In a second, maan, alright Chuck) Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss It's our profit, it's his loss But anyway the lunch bells ring Take one hour, do your thang Cheeesboiger What do we have for entertainment? Cops kickin' gypsies on the pavement Now the news has snapped to attention Lunar landing of the dentist convention Italian mobster shoots a lobster Seafood restaurant gets out of hand A car in the fridge, a fridge in the car Like cowboys do in TV land You lot, what? Don't stop, give it all you got You lot, what? Don't stop, huh You lot, what? Don't stop, give it all you got, yeah You lot, what? Don't stop So get back to work and sweat some more The sun will sink and we'll get out the door It's no good for man to work in cages Hit the town, he drinks his wages You're frettin', you're sweatin' But did you notice, you ain't gettin' You're frettin', you're sweatin' But did you notice, not gettin' anywhere Don't you ever stop, a long enough to start Take your car outta that gear Don't you ever stop, long enough to start Get your car outta that gear Karlo Marx and Frederick Engels Came to the checkout at the seven on eleven Marx was skint but he had sense Engels lent him the necessary pence What have we got? Yeah, ooh What have we got? Yeah, ooh What have we got? Magnificence What have we got? Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi Went to the park to check on the game But they was murdered by the other team Who went on to win fifty-nil You can be true, you can be false You'll be given the same reward Socrates and Milhous Nixon Both went the same way through the kitchen Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin Who's more famous to the billion millions? News flash, 'Vacuum cleaner sucks up budgie' Ooh, bye-bye, bub-bye