From the streets of Aberdeen to the Brighton scene

There's something going wrong

From the woolacomb shore to the tots dance floor 

They all shout "what's going on?"



You promised us a country fit for a queen

But the queen doesn't have to pay

You promised us a future bright and clean

For a vote on electionday



Is there no-one left to shout?

There's some people round here need sorting out

'Coz for you there's just no hope



Get a rope, get a rope



Sitting warm and snug on your council seat

In comfy shoes and tweed

With your rules and regs wrapped nice and neat

Deciding what my kids can't read



We're sick and tired of your liberal views

What's politically correct?

Come judgement day, I'll be trying the noose

And slipping it around your neck



Can't you hear me shout?

There are a lot of people like me about

But for you there's just no hope



Get a rope, get a rope



We want to make life one big joyride

But the roadblocks get in the way

We want to fly off the Spanish seaside

But the plane's always delayed



We want to sing songs on radio 1 

but the BBC says "no!"

We want to do deals on a mobile phone 

and have something left to show



Is there no-one left to say?

There's some people round here need blowing away

'Coz for you there's just no hope



Get a rope, get a rope

Get a rope, get a rope

Get a rope, get a rope