Song Lyrics

There's a training course
Boys and girls of real ambition
Start a new job in a factory
Where they're making ammunition
But it makes them think of stealing
When they read between the lines
Through the owners of this funfair
You won't find a ride you like
Just get-a-job, get-a-job
Manufacture rubbish
Although no one can afford it
You could make a profit
More than anyone deserves
So you find you're left with poison
So you dump it in our water
And so create the kind of problems
Only radiation cures
Through get-a-job, get-a-job
Oh you young people are revolting
Eight to five should give the jolt needed
In a few years you won't feel quite the same
You'll be playing their get-a-job games
There's a training camp when
You come from from saving nations
Get a new job and a new leg
Social rehabilitation
Every time you thing of leaving
You get caught between the lines
It's the training for the funfair
You get taken for a ride
You!
Just get-a-job, get-a-job
Just get-a-job, get-a-job

Earl Beal, Raymond Edwards, William Horton, Richard Lewis