Today an exclusive, revealing the truth
Of socialist teachers corrupting our youth
Read of the moaners who do Britain down
They don't respect order, tradition or crown
You buy it, you read it, you take it all in
There's so much you never know where to begin
When life is confusing, it shows you the way
It's what the papers say!
A glorious nation has gone to the dogs
All because of the dagos and the krauts and the frogs
The layabout workers, always asking for more
The benefit scroungers and the sink estate whores
You can't do without it, the day's not complete
Without reading the stories of life on the street
You've got to believe it, it's there every day
It's what the papers say!
You're greedy, you're stupid, it's simply the way
That you need to be told what to think and to say
And always prevented from finding out why
We fill up your head with confusion and lies
It's part of your culture, it's part of your life
It's something to cling to when troubles are rife
A beacon of wisdom amid the decay
It's what the papers say!
This was a song, first written in January 1992 when I was playing with a "band". It got halfway done when someone realised that the lyric fitted a twelve-bar blues and amid the confusion and the band's imminent demise it never reached a finished version. I revised the lyric in December 1993. (2000-04-19)