Life At A Top Peoples Health Farm

<br>Dads gone down the dog track, Engels` laying cables<br>Brothers with his student friends plotting in the stables<br>They`re preparing for power and how to win<br>I`m covered in Solaire and preparing to swim<br>"Old Iron! Old Iron!" - I heard the bobby shout<br>As he brought his friendly truncheon down with<br>with a God Almighty clout.<br>Mothers playing bingo, she`s hoping for a big win<br>She buys the daily papers to see how 10% live<br>My cousins` greatest wish, is to one day buy a farm<br>And turn it into a health club with top people charm<br>"Any evening, any day" - I`m singing to myself<br>I`ll pack up all my clothes and dough and piss off somewhere else.<br><br>My ol` man was a dust person until he got the shove<br>Now the iron heel he talked about is backed by the iron glove<br>Brothers bought new glasses, shaped like Leon Trotsky`s<br>They look very nice on the mantlepiece, next to the Royal family<br>I`m laying back with the radio on, in time to hear the Archer`s<br>An everyday tale of country folk mixed up in prostitution.<br><br>Like all good stories with a happy end, which I`ll now give to you<br>Our cousins wish was granted and so his dream came true<br>His gas shares doubled, while his telecoms soared<br>Til he had enough money, to chair his own board<br>And thank you Margaret Thatcher, "may you never come to harm"<br>He now serves cocktails and lettuce at a Top Peoples Health Club Farm.