Essentials
Let every man, every woman and child
Fork out five hundred, not much of a sum
We’re flush with the money, so let us go wild
Forty-nine minutes from London to Brum
Yes, five hundred smackers, it’s small change at best
Let’s string out the bunting and bang on the drum
We’re not in recession, let’s open the chest
For forty-nine minutes from London to Brum
Nobody’s starving or out of a job
Nobody’s hard up or homeless or glum
Let’s give the future a smack in the gob
With forty-nine minutes from London to Brum
We’re tickety-boo, and safe as our houses
Let’s crack the pie crust and pull out a plum
Let’s pull the folding stuff out of our trousers
For forty-nine minutes from London to Brum
Euston to New Street takes ages and ages
Let’s find a banjo and give it a strum
Let’s turn the best of our destiny’s pages
With forty-nine minutes from London to Brum
China is sending a man to the moon
Let’s play a tune they’ll be hard-pressed to hum
Let’s splash the cash and let’s spend it soon
On forty-nine minutes from London to Brum
Fork out five hundred, not much of a sum
We’re flush with the money, so let us go wild
Forty-nine minutes from London to Brum
Yes, five hundred smackers, it’s small change at best
Let’s string out the bunting and bang on the drum
We’re not in recession, let’s open the chest
For forty-nine minutes from London to Brum
Nobody’s starving or out of a job
Nobody’s hard up or homeless or glum
Let’s give the future a smack in the gob
With forty-nine minutes from London to Brum
We’re tickety-boo, and safe as our houses
Let’s crack the pie crust and pull out a plum
Let’s pull the folding stuff out of our trousers
For forty-nine minutes from London to Brum
Euston to New Street takes ages and ages
Let’s find a banjo and give it a strum
Let’s turn the best of our destiny’s pages
With forty-nine minutes from London to Brum
China is sending a man to the moon
Let’s play a tune they’ll be hard-pressed to hum
Let’s splash the cash and let’s spend it soon
On forty-nine minutes from London to Brum
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