V1
How do we like, our cup of tea?
Stirred by silver-spoon conspiracy,
with news on the rocks,
and sewage in locks,
where frantic little people
ride a boat ballot box…
Pre-chorus
Where’s superman? Where’s superman?
Oh, oh, oh, oh where’s superman? Where’s superman?
Chorus
There he is, he’s wide awake,
but everybody’s heads; are starting to shake, as
he’s really asleep, not wanting to keep,
a sleazy filthy shepherd who’s abandoned his sheep, who bought
pyjamas, they bought pyjamas, Starmer’s pyjamas, pyjamas! (repeat this line twice, last time around, on the second time, double the groove)
V2
When can we vent, when things do choke?
Times are made so hard that we just need a toke,
but what’s that they say?
No, no, no, no ash tray; and
forget about the chippy,
if you cannot pay…
V3
Where do we go, we’ve got no gas?
Turn into a gang of any under-pass,
let’s attack the streets,
and bombard police,
serve at Charlie’s pleasure
so to find our peace; but…
V4
What can we do, if we can’t fly?
Seems that all our questions only live to die,
we can’t pay the rent,
we Clark Kents are spent,
no way of such improvement
as the road is bent, so…