Hello, good evening-a homely face

To tell stories of disaster and disgrace

In the privacy of your own home

You can't even smell the burning Rome 



So What for the eighties

What for the eighties

What for the eighties

What for the eighties



No law and order on our streets

In the hands of liars and cheats

No job, no future's now for real

Just time to fight and time to steal



No worry, no cause for concern

Our rulers manager on what they earn

Parties and functions every night

It's okay Jack, -I'm alright



So What for the eighties