Build a better mousetrap Build it really nice Build a better mousetrap That don’t catch mice ‘Cause catching all the mice Ain’t a thing we wanna do We just wanna sell Mousetraps to you
What you’ve gotta understand is It ain’t about the mice What you’ve gotta understand Take my advice You wanna sell a thing That people need to buy again So here is the trick My friend
What you’ve gotta understand is It’s all about the profit The asset fund manager’s Fee in their pocket So if next door builds A better mousetrap than you He’s gonna invest In their mousetrap too
What you’ve gotta understand Is it doesn’t really matter If you own a bit of everything Your wallet gets fatter And investors don’t care If you really catch mice So long as the punters Are buying your device
With fewer his majesties There’d be fewer dead Yet he leads the remembrance The old soldier said The symbols that you see Are there to show you who’s the boss They know that you’ll comply With the poppy and the cross
The poppy and the cross King and country and the rest It’s amazing what you’ll suffer To be told that you’re the best His Majesty don’t care For your sorrow and your loss So long as you’ll die for The poppy and the cross
That fella with the wreath, he said Signs the papers off To manufacture weapons For the poppy and the cross To ship them overseas For genocide in foreign lands His jacket wears a poppy But bloody are his hands
Bloody are his hands King and country and the rest It’s amazing what you’ll suffer To be told that you’re the best His Majesty don’t care For your sorrow and your loss So long as you’ll die for The poppy and the cross
He holds a shepherd’s crook And he wears a bishop’s hat The old soldier said to me What do you make of that Here to give the slaughter Some of his pious gloss Here to lead the prayers For the poppy and the cross
The poppy and the cross God and country and the rest It’s amazing what you’ll suffer To be told that you’re the best His Majesty don’t care For your sorrow and your loss So long as you’ll die for The poppy and the cross
Don’t confuse sacrifice With being sacrificed The old soldier spoke Of the wicked loss of life King and country, God and crown Will never count the cost It’s you and I that die For the poppy and the cross
The poppy and the cross King and country and the rest It’s amazing what you’ll suffer To be told that you’re the best His Majesty don’t care For your sorrow and your loss So long as you’ll die for The poppy and the cross
In the New Austerity Inn Where the beer tastes of poverty and spin Rachel plays a tiny violin (Singing) You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it
In the New Austerity Inn Where old folk aspire for a warm around the fire Rachel leads the budget choir (Singing) You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it
In the New Austerity Inn The New Austerity Inn In the New Austerity Inn The New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn The guvnor’s got a new suit, new tie, new boots He says everything’s reduced (But) You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it
In the New Austerity Inn The New Austerity Inn In the New Austerity Inn The New Austerity Inn
It was just like this with George in charge A bloke at the bar says he voted Farage And Rachel shouts “Now we’re in charge” In the New Austerity Inn The New Austerity Inn In the New Austerity Inn The New Austerity Inn (And) You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it We can’t have it if they can’t afford it We can’t have it if they can’t afford it We can’t have it if they can’t afford it We can’t have it if they can’t afford it
Tina believed the Big Lie Now Tina’s gonna have to let time go by ‘Cause Tina broke in to the voting machine To try to prove that Donald’s hands were clean But Donald’s hands are dirty as hell Now Tina’s hands are dirty as well Now Tina’s gonna have to let time go by ‘Cause Tina believed the Big Lie….(and My Pillow Guy)
Tina and My Pillow Guy Tina and My Pillow Guy (and the Big Lie) Tina and My Pillow Guy Will have to say goodbye
Tina believed in My Pillow Guy Now Tina’s gonna have to let time go by ‘Cause Tina broke into the voting machine To try to prove that Donald’s hands were clean But Donald’s hands are dirty as hell And Mike’s hands are dirty as well Now Tina’s gonna have to let time go by ‘Cause Tina believed in My Pillow Guy
Tina and My Pillow Guy Tina and My Pillow Guy (and the Big Lie) Tina and My Pillow Guy Will have to say goodbye
A cloth so fine I’ll weave for you The great and good can only view The likes of which you’ve never seen And best of all the suit is free
You’ll have clothes like no one else The best of everything he sells The people they will never see And best of all, the suit is free
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss Wearing the same invisible cloth
The people look, the people stare From Clacton to Trafalgar Square The people look, the people stare But they all know there’s nothing there
The bobbin span, the shuttle flew The sick, he said, have work to do The finest cloth is meant for me And best of all, the suit is free
The finest cloth on the machine Though there was nothing to be seen No marvel that his eye could see But nonetheless the suit was free
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss Meet the new boss, same as the old boss Wearing the same invisible cloth
The people look, the people stare From Clacton to Trafalgar Square The people look, the people stare But they all know there’s nothing there
Tough choices, did he have the spine To say I see no cloth so fine The cloth the great and good could see But best of all the suit was free
Tough choices, but you know the rest The cloth, he said, was of the best The cloth the great and good could see But best of all the suit was free
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss Meet the new boss, same as the old boss Meet the new boss, same as the old boss Wearing the same invisible cloth
The people look, the people stare From Clacton to Trafalgar Square The people look, the people stare But they all know there’s nothing there
The people look, the people stare From Clacton to Trafalgar Square The people look, the people stare But they all know there’s nothing there
Nick the jolly capitalist is happy to explain How all you need is love and you really shouldn’t complain Because every billionaire has a billionaire dad And love is all you need ‘cause love is all you ever had
Nick the jolly capitalist is happy to explain That cheap and cheerful really is a money-making game So Vimes cannot afford the boots in which he should be stood But a cheap pair every year cost more than good ones ever would
Oh, I wish I was as happy as Nick I wouldn’t have to care about the poor and the sick But I want other folk to be At least as well off as me And while I understand the money trick I’ll never be as happy as Nick
Nick the jolly capitalist is happy to explain How landlords are the ones who really have it all to gain ‘Cause while you pay their mortgages there’s social housing shortages So you should just be grateful they don’t Section 21
Nick the jolly capitalist is happy to explain How shitting in the river is the ultimate aim Because if selling off the water ain’t enough to make you mad Then selling off the NHS won’t seem half as bad
Oh, I wish I was as happy as Nick I wouldn’t have to care about the poor and the sick But I want other folk to be At least as well off as me And while I understand the money trick I’ll never be as happy as Nick
Nick the jolly capitalist is happy to explain How the 7th of October was the start of the campaign Drones and bombs and missiles are a lucrative supply Just requires the application of a little blind eye
Nick the jolly capitalist is happy to explain That when a foodbank opens up he opens up the champagne Because if the poor feed the poor what is the government for But making rick folk richer than they’ve ever been before
Oh, I wish I was as happy as Nick I wouldn’t have to care about the poor and the sick But I want other folk to be At least as well off as me And while I understand the money trick I’ll never be as happy as Nick
Nick the jolly capitalist is happy to explain How all you need is love and you really shouldn’t complain Because every billionaire has a billionaire dad And love is all you need ‘cause love is all you ever had
Oh, I wish I was as happy as Nick I wouldn’t have to care about the poor and the sick But I want other folk to be At least as well off as me And while I understand the money trick I’ll never be as happy as Nick
The last bloke made a right mess of it He always had an excuse Either Covid or the war in Ukraine And we’re left with half a kitchen, and the sink’s still loose
So we’re telling him to sling his hook Going back to the phone book Looked at the Yellow Pages for absolutely ages And so We’re gonna give Kier’s Kitchen Fitters a go…
Sir Kier’s Kitchen Fitters The kitchen fitting splitters Surely they’re worth a try They’ll fit your cupboards right And the boss is a knight We’ve booked them for the 5th of July
Keir seemed happy with the budget Said he wasn’t going to fudge it He was only too pleased to assist But a gender-neutral toilet I thought I might’ve spoiled it Got his knickers in a bit of a twist
Sir Kier’s Kitchen Fitters For a side that glitters Surely they’re worth a try They’ll fit your doors right And the boss is a knight We’ve booked them for the 5th of July We’ve booked them for the 5th of July
The last bloke made a right mess of it And always blamed somebody else The Albanian plumber, the Syrian sparks Now we’re left with half a kitchen, and nothing on the shelf
So we’re throwing him off the job And getting in another mob Looked at the Yellow Pages for absolutely ages And so We’re gonna give Kier’s Kitchen Fitters a go…
Sir Kier’s Kitchen Fitters The kitchen fitting splitters Surely they’re worth a try They’ll fit your cupboards right And the boss is a knight We’ve booked them for the 5th of July
Keir seemed happy with the work Accepted it with a smirk He was only too pleased to assist But a gender-neutral khazi It coulda got nasty Got his knickers in a bit of a twist
Sir Kier’s Kitchen Fitters For a side that glitters Surely they’re worth a try They’ll fit your doors right And the boss is a knight We’ve booked them for the 5th of July We’ve booked them for the 5th of July
Do you wanna go Where Rousseau goes? Do you want a plate of de Witt? When there’s nothing to eat There is one meat Just redistributed a bit It’s time to eat the rich It’s time to eat the rich
Musk medaillons With Bezos bouillon Do you want a Zuckerberg chop? Bring a fork I hear it tastes like pork A billionaire escalope It’s time to eat the rich It’s time to eat the rich
When you’re starving and there’s no more bread It’s time to eat the rich instead It’s time to eat the rich It’s time to eat the rich
What the Dickens Such slim pickin’s A visit from Marley’s ghost Give Tiny Tim sauce For a Scrooge main course And his chitterlings on toast It’s time to eat the rich It’s time to eat the rich
When you’re starving and there’s no more bread It’s time to eat the rich instead It’s time to eat the rich It’s time to eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich It’s time to eat the rich
Stuff your face With Murdoch steak Dine on some Windsor mince A delicious spread Of billionaire sweetbread Food fit from a prince It’s time to eat the rich It’s time to eat the rich
When you’re starving and there’s no more bread It’s time to eat the rich instead It’s time to eat the rich It’s time to eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich It’s time to eat the rich
Juice trickles down From wallet and crown Get a spoon and get stuck in A feast for all Big or small It’s time to tuck in It’s time to eat the rich It’s time to eat the rich
When you’re starving and there’s no more bread It’s time to eat the rich instead It’s time to eat the rich It’s time to eat the rich
Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich Eat the rich, eat the rich, eat the rich It’s time to eat the rich
Steve White & The Protest Family 