I thought that you were joking 
When you said “I want to see you 
To discuss your contribution 
To the future of our nation's heart and soul 
Six o'clock, my place, Whitehall”

Well I arrived just after seven
But you said “It doesn't matter”
“I understand your situation 
And your image, and I'm flattered 
Oh and I'd just like to tell you 
That I love all of your albums
Could you sign this for my daughter? 
She's in hospital, her name is Miriam
Now get down to the gist: do you want a line of this?
Are you a socialist?”

“Now I’m doin' fine, yeah!
Buzzin' all the time
Just one hit and I feel great 
And I support the welfare state
Oh, you must be socialist
'Cos you're always off out on the [bad word] In your private member's bar
Oh yes you are
Yer superstar”

“Well you sing [bad word] people 
And the mis-shapes and the misfits
So can you bring them to my party 
And get them all to sniff this?
And all I'm really saying  [bad word] on and rock the vote for me
All I'm really saying [bad word] on roll up that note for me
The gist of all of this is do you want hits or d'you want misses?
Are you a socialist, yeah 
Socialist, yeah
Socialist, yeah
Oh yeah”

“You can be just what you want to be
Just as long as you don't try [bad word] with me 
And we've waited such a long time 
For the chance to help our own kind, so now  [bad word] on and tow the party line
Oh you owe it to yourself 
Don't think of anybody else
And we promise we won't tell 
Oh we won't tell, and we won't sell
No we won't
No we won't 
No we won't”