King Solomon's Song and Mine

Solomon took a census, and we were just passing through But his press gang arrested us and led us to the quarry two by two And now, King Solomon, I'm working for a song in your mine Solomon wants a palace and a temple for his god Yahweh But you and me sweet Alison we get sweet FA And now, King Solomon, I'm working for a song in your mine You trade our daylight for Turkish Delight You trade our fear for euphoria But we trade the real for your underground rail And your foreman's rules O my love, let's start a trade union for fools The Queen of Sheba visited, she brought spices and guitars There never were spices or guitars like that At least never for the likes of us Solomon took some frankincense, the Queen took some cocaine Then the lighting changed and they sang strange words And the band already knew the chords And now, King Solomon, I'm working for your song and mine You trade our daylight for Turkish Delight You trade our fear for euphoria But we trade the real for your underground rail And your foreman's rules O my love, let's start a trade union for fools One thing's sure and nothing's surer The rich get richer and the poor get ... Now we're living happily, Alison and I We can't stop singing Solomon's song, we were singing it on the night We conceived our healthy children, who thanks to the union line Are at school with the sons of the foreman With a future down the mine And soon, King Solomon, they'll be working for your song and mine You trade our daylight for Turkish Delight You trade our fear for euphoria But we trade our lives for the song you taught us to sing How does it go? 'The trade union and God save the King!'