Five years old, rice pudding cold What! Not moving? Pick up the spoon. Get grooving! There's kids your age and younger Fat and thin with hunger So you can thank your lucky star There's someone, somewhere, much Worse off than you are
So if your stabbed in the back say "ta Cos you can thank your lucky star There's someone, somewhere, much Worse off than you are
Yes I know you're hungry And we've got food to spare We're throwing our surplus food away But don't think we don't care We can't afford to send the stuff To the places where you are But you can thank your lucky star There's someone, somewhere, much Worse off than you are
So if your stabbed in the back say "ta Cos you can thank your lucky star There's someone, somewhere, much Worse off than you are When you find tou have to pay But the phone calls go astray When the bus fares seem to rise Everytime you close your eyes When you're old enough to go to war and bleed But somebody tells you what you can't read You get 30 years for robbing a train You get 10 for murder, now that's insane
So if your stabbed in the back say "ta Cos you can thank your lucky star There's someone, somewhere, much Worse off than you are
What do you mean, you're poor? Well you can't have any more It's napalm, guns and bombs we nee We'd like to help you, yes indeed But we've got to protect the state So I'm afraid you'll have to wait But you can thank your lucky star There's someone, somewhere, much Worse off than you are
So if your stabbed in the back say "ta Cos you can thank your lucky star There's someone, somewhere, much Worse off than you are
Compositor: Claudius Afolabi Siffre (Labi Siffre) ECAD: Obra #17473197