No no no no, no more Locomotion
No no, no more Dancing In The Street
No no no no, no more Mashed Potato
No no, no more shuffling of the feet
Everybody’s doing the George Osborne Stance...
Keep your arms as rigid as a juggernaut
Clench your fists, point your knuckles straight ahead
Do your best to look like a statesman
Then try and pretend to look vertically dead
Everybody’s doing the George Osborne Stance...
Praise the Lord you all look so beautiful
Legs akimbo, solid brass neck
Shine your shoes and head for the Conference
Fuck the poor and keep the crowd in check
