Ground control to tony
Won't you come down from wherever the hell you've been?
This country's fucked up
This eroding rock
Battered by a syrup sea of apathy
And half-baked complacency

Ground control to tony
This country's britain if you're quite ready for touchdown
[we've been so patient
All through the show
Though why you bothered we still don't know]

The labour party
Needs pre-requisites in place
Like compassion and a caring human face
..
…

Let's go on a holiday
Not as far as outer space
But somewhere where you can get lost
Just finding yourself inside yourself

Ground control to tony
We get the feeling you're a pointless schmooze machine
But the only time people get off their arse
Is when the policy directly affects their cars

Now tory policy
Would make homes for moles
Stuffed with worms and just a mass of mud and holes
The men from rent-a-cause who know what's in vogue
They want william to appeal to xenophobes

There is a third way
- it's the victory of rhetoric
[but it's much too hard to describe]
But we all know who mandy's earwigged
And where two jags slopped for his lunch

Ground control to tony
Won't you come down from wherever the hell you've been?
It must send you dizzy
High above the ground
The london wheel spins around and around
But never moves on.