It’s hard to stand, when you’re a company man
Not an average man
Nor an alien
You’re in stocks and shares
I’m in savings and bonds
We should go out some time for lunch
Maybe pick up a girl or two

Pipe down, bite down

The tax man’s taken all my money
But we must feed the poor
The sick and the dying in Africa
Will not feed themselves
You said “the poor think of money more than the rich”

Foreign cars and all-night bars
Will be the death of me

Our cars and our children must be guarded
so hide them away from the many eyes
Behind the wheel of a German automobile
How could anyone feel so alive
With the cool wind in our hair

Foreign cars, and all-night bars
Will be the death of me

I fell in love with foreign cars
I fell in love with foreign cars
I fell in love with foreign cars