1. You’ve never had it so good,
The politicians say.
With what is left when tax is paid,
You should be bright and gay.
You buy munitions on H.P.
Then scared will come the day.
When some darn fool will drop the bomb
And blast us all away.

Chorus

You may say “Jack I’m alright”.
Before you meet your doom.
With atom, cobalt, hydrogen,
Bigger grows the mushroom.

2. The finance companies take your cash,
And play at bulls and bears.
At three or four or five percent,
They turn out millionaires.
They kindly let you use H.P.
You pay through the nose.
Then you begin to think and wonder,
Where the money goes.

3. That highly polished furniture,
They display in the stores,
That hundred guinea bedroom suite,
Small payment it is yours.
You look inside the wardrobe,
Full of pride and hope.
There is stencilled on the side,
One gross of lifebuoy soap.
 
4. You buy expensive motor cars,
And park them in the street.
To show off to the neighbours,
The Jones try to beat.
The wife looks out the window,
Then she starts to nag.
Next door's got a sports MG,
And now she wants a Jag.

5. Old grandma used the washtub,
And got her clothes so clean.
You have all the luxury
Of an up to date machine.
You try out every powder,
You hope to get it right.
But did you ever bargain for
A hundred shades of white.

6. You fly off to far off lands,
It’s the thing to do.
You go to France or Italy
The Costa Brava too.
Yet not so very long ago
You thought you were in style,
When you blew in half a quid
Along the Golden Mile.

7. You take your lady out to dine,
Although she’s overfed.
With wine and all the trimmings too
At three pounds ten a head.
Still she loved you just as much,
Swore she would be true.
When you enjoyed them walking home,
Fish and chips for two.

8. You decorate your bathroom,
With rolls of pink and blue.
You make the supermarket rich
The paper makers too.
The adverts call it hygiene,
They play upon your fears.
Still we used old newspapers
For years and years and years.

9. Now we're supposed to show restraint,
And try to pay our way.
But thoughts of terror from the skies,
It drives us all astray.
In spite of all our warnings,
We go our foolish way.
We're scared some fool will drop the bomb
And blast us all away.

Tommy Daniel