All Mod Cons

One, two, three, four

Seen you before, I know your sort

You think the world awaits your every breath

You'll be my friend, or so you say

You'll help me out when the time comes

And all the time we're getting rich

You hang around to help me out

But when we're skint, oh God forbid

You drop us like hot bricks

Artistic freedom, do what you want

But just make sure that the money ain't gone

I'll tell you what, I got you sussed

You'll waste my time when my time comes

You'll waste my time when my time comes

You'll waste my time when my time comes