Lyrics

(This is, uh... a song with real... moral fibre.) I'm sick of working on the land I wanna work with machines and look handsome I have been indulging In ostentatious display Doing little more than eat Three square meals a day But I've been shirking my duty I've been sending gifts to curry favour But because I love you And because you love me A model worker I'II willingly be Work But in a holiday, I've not been well Take me to the Brocade River Hotel And I just want to know While the revolution lasts Will it enable me To swallow broken glass? I'm not too worried by Hegemony I know that Reagan will Look after me And I just want to know While the revolution lasts Will it enable me To swallow broken glass? I have been indulging In ostentatious display Playing in the wrong scale and Rolling in the hay But because I love you And because you love me A model worker I'II willingly be A model worker I'II willingly be A model worker I'II willingly be