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 ***** 
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