Pink Floyd - Not Now John lyrics

Fuck all that, we've got to get on with these
(Fuck all that, fuck all that)
Got to compete with the wily Japanese
There’s too many home fires burning
And not enough trees (Fuck all that)
So fuck all that
We've gotta get on with these
(Gotta get on with these)

Can’t stop, lose job mind gone, silicon
Stroll on what bomb? Get away, pay day
Make hay, break down need fix, big six
Click, click hold on, oh no
Bingo! (Bingo)

Make them laugh, make them cry
Make them dance in the aisles
Make them pay, make them stay
Make them feel okay

Not now John
We've got to get on with the film show
(Gotta get on, gotta get on)
Hollywood wait's at the end of the rainbow
(End of the rainbow)
Who cares what it’s about as
Long as the kids go (As long as the kids go)
So, not now John
We've gotta get on with the show
(Gotta get on with the show, gotta get on
Gotta get on)

(Gotta get on, gotta get on, gotta get on)
Hang on John I've got to get on with this
(Gotta get on, gotta get on)
I don’t know what it is
But it fit's on here like - tsss
Come at the end of the shift
We’ll go and get pissed
But not now John, I've gotta get on with this
(Gotta get on with this, gotta get on)

Hold on John
I think there’s something good on
I used to read books but
Unintelligible gurgling and hissing
It could be the news or some other abuse
Could be reusable shows

Fuck all that, we've gotta get on with these
(Doo, doo, wah)
Got to compete with the wily Japanese
(Gotta get on, gotta get on)
No need to worry about the Vietnapeace
(Doo, doo, wah)
Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees
(Gotta get on)
Well, maybe not the Russian Bear
Maybe the Swedes (Doo, doo, wah)
We showed Argentina
Now let’s go and show these
(Gotta get on, gotta get on)
Make us feel tough and
Wouldn't Maggie be pleased? (Doo, doo, wah)
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
(Na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
One, two, Free Four! (One, two, Free Four)

S'cusi, dov'è il bar? (What?)
Se parakalo, pou einai to bar?
S’il vous plaît, où est le bar?
(Say it in English, fairy)
Oi, where’s the fucking bar John?
(Oh, now you’re talking)
(Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the day)
Down! Go, Maggie!
Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, now!