If the beat boom was collapsing
The groups would all go spare
They could have trouble finding work
They're searchng everywhere

If the groups had to go back to work
What would the Rolling Stones do
Imagine them arriving late
The foreman wouldn't half create
You can't have your cake and eat it too

I clocked in on friday
Too late to collect my pay
The boss began to moan
I got fired the following day


Some of the female groups could get married
Housewives they'd become
They could sit at home all day
Wnd hope their husbands ern there pay
We've heard from them that it's not much fun

Oh, oh, oh washing up and scrubbing clothes
There are so many other chores
My husband likes his beer
That's why he's never here
Oh oh oh oh oh

The Bachelors could return
To the dear old emerald isle
Working in the factory
Would they keep their smile

I don't want to go to work
On me bike in the rain
So keep buying all our records
Then we won't clock in again

We know a girl who want's a job
In a departmental store
The governor said what's you're name
And she said Sandie Shaw

Each place I go there is no work for ne
Each place I go they say no vacancy
I got the blues now
I can't afford no shoes
As I walk the city streets
Blisters come

Walk tall
Walk tall walk straight
And look the boss right in the eye
That's waht the foreman told me
When I went for a rise
He said now put your foot down
And say just what you like
And if the boss don't give you one
We'll all come out on strike
Walk tall that's it

We know a group that needn't complain
They make a hit record now and agan
And again, and again, and again, and again
And again, and again, and again

Paul's in Liverpool
And John's shifting coal
George is down a hole
And Ringo's, on the dole
Woh got no dough

When people say we're finished
We'll turn around and say to them
We've got a season at the London Palladium
Playing to the crowds outside.
