The Style Council - Life at a Top Peoples Health Farm lyrics
[The Style Council - Life at a Top Peoples Health Farm lyrics]
Dad's gone down the dog track
Engels' laying cables
Brother's with his student friends
Plotting in the stables
They're preparing for power and how to win
I'm covered in Solaire and preparing to swim
"Old Iron! Old Iron!" - I
Heard the bobby shout
As he brought his friendly truncheon down
With a God Almighty clout lord have mercy!
Mother's playing bingo
She's hoping for a big win
She buys the daily papers to see how 10% live
My cousin's greatest wish
Is to one day buy a farm
And turn it into a health
Club with top people charm "Any evening
Any day" - I'm singing to myself
I'll pack up all my clothes and
Dough and piss off somewhere else
My ol' man was a dust person
Until he got the shove
Now the iron heel he talked about
Is backed by the iron glove
Brother's bought new glasses
Shaped like Leon Trotsky's
They look very nice on the mantlepiece
Next to the Royal family
I'm laying back with the radio on
In time to hear the Archers
An everyday tale of country folk
Mixed up in prostitution
Like all good stories with a happy end
Which I'll now give to you
Our cousin's wish was granted and
So his dream came true
His gas shares doubled
While his telecoms soared
Til he had enough money
To chair his own board
And thank you Margaret Thatcher
"may you never come to harm"
He now serves cocktails and lettuce at
A Top Peoples Health Club Farm
Engels' laying cables
Brother's with his student friends
Plotting in the stables
They're preparing for power and how to win
I'm covered in Solaire and preparing to swim
"Old Iron! Old Iron!" - I
Heard the bobby shout
As he brought his friendly truncheon down
With a God Almighty clout lord have mercy!
Mother's playing bingo
She's hoping for a big win
She buys the daily papers to see how 10% live
My cousin's greatest wish
Is to one day buy a farm
And turn it into a health
Club with top people charm "Any evening
Any day" - I'm singing to myself
I'll pack up all my clothes and
Dough and piss off somewhere else
My ol' man was a dust person
Until he got the shove
Now the iron heel he talked about
Is backed by the iron glove
Brother's bought new glasses
Shaped like Leon Trotsky's
They look very nice on the mantlepiece
Next to the Royal family
I'm laying back with the radio on
In time to hear the Archers
An everyday tale of country folk
Mixed up in prostitution
Like all good stories with a happy end
Which I'll now give to you
Our cousin's wish was granted and
So his dream came true
His gas shares doubled
While his telecoms soared
Til he had enough money
To chair his own board
And thank you Margaret Thatcher
"may you never come to harm"
He now serves cocktails and lettuce at
A Top Peoples Health Club Farm