They have no place
Surplus to requirement
They live in some kind of disgrace
Stood in line to beg for money
From governments with very funny
Attitudes of "On your bike" sonny boy

The young women in my country
They have no choice
Assembly-lining babies
To "rejoice"
Forced into the same old system
Producing sons with Falklands wisdom
And daughters full of apprehension
Fuelled by attitudes of tension

The young folk in my country
Deserve the truth
Uncluttered by deception
In the flower of their youth
What they have are gutter papers
Biased news clandestine capers
Run by shady operators