Chumbawamba - How To Get Your Band On Television lyrics

I'm the Boss of the company
And I've got hunger working for me!
Listen and you'll begin to understand:
I built my profit's on stolen land
It's the economics of supply and demand
And I make the demands around here!

Product sells, people die
Same manipulation wrapped in lies
Give a little money and play
Your rock and roll
The biggest prizes to the biggest fools

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to the
Show where you the audience participate on
Our show tonight we got lots of surprises
In store for you at home
In keeping with the fashion
For charity, not change
Here's our contribution - we've


Called it Slag Aid: for every pop
Star that we slag off today
A million pounds will be given away!

Paul McCartney - come on down
With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground
Make of Ethiopia a fertile paradise
Where everyone sings Beatles songs and
Buys shares in EMI!

Charity, starvation, and rock and
Roll! Let it be, eh Paulie?

Freddie Mercury, this is your life!
Thank the Lord that you were born white
And thank apartheid for
This wonderful opportunity
To peddle your hypocrisy in Sun City!

A bit of a hot potato in a moment, eh Fred
In South Africa? Well I'm sure there's
A video in there somewhere

David Bowie, the price is right
With a suitful of compassion and
A gobful of shite
Still the voices of those who doubt
Coca-Cola for the peasants to
End this drought!

David the world can only take so
Much, and with you around
We're in for a really hard time!

Jagger and Richards, game for a laugh
Dancing us down the garden path
To a place where money grows on trees
Where cocaine habit's are financed
By hunger and disease!

There's only one mountain in the rock
And roll business, Ladies and Gentlemen
And it's Mick Jagger!

Ask the puppet masters who pull the strings
Who makes the money when the puppets sing
Ask the corporations where does the money go
Ask the empty-bellied children what
Are we singing for

And Cliff Richard, three, two, one
The God who remains when the religion's gone:
Cliff, we've got a special
Surprise for you today
So come up closer, step this way!
Cliff, you're such an example of moral worth
Such a purist saint come to bless our earth
That on behalf of our
Viewers watching on telly
And on behalf of the
Millions with empty bellies
We're donating something special that we're
All going to like: Cliff Richard
We're going to nail you up
To a cross tonight!

Ladies and gentlemen, just imagine
It, someone comes along
Takes everything you own, your
Space, your house, separates
You from your family and then hit's you in
The face if you say anything different well
That's what we've been doing to the
Third world for the past
Four hundred years that's you and
Me you the viewers
At home, me in the studio, the pop stars
Everyone that's how we make the
Third world, every day
Today and every day if you
Want any correspondence with
The program, just send your answers
Letter bombs
Only, to BP House, Victoria Street
London, SW1 thank you and good night
Feed the world, starve the rich, goodnight!

I know there must be more
I know there must be more
Than giving just a little bit more
When half of this world is so helplessly poor
Starved of the real solution
Charity and tradition
And the cycle of hungry children
Will keep on going 'round
I know there must be more
Will keep on going 'round
I know there must be more
Will keep on going 'round
I know there must be more
'Till we burn the house of
Commons to the ground