I want
a chair that just don't creak
I want
a roof that just wont leak
I want a boss that ain't a freak
I want a bog that dosen't reak
dosen't reak, doesn't reak
we want machines that ain't so loud you have to yell
we want to work in places that ain't hot as hell
we want some chocolate that wont make us fat
just give us loads of that
loads of that, loads of that
I want the canteen run by Whimpys resteraunt
I want my overalls designed by Mary Quant
I want the factory moved to Southern Spain
I want my doors blown off by Michael Kayne
Michle Kayne
all we really want to say
is throw a little crumb this way
a tiny, tiney, weny little touch
it's not as if we're asking for much
Spread some joy around the place
put a smile on my face
don't mess with us
'cause this is what we want
A changing room that doesn't always smell of shit
Egyption cotton towls to whipe my sweaty bits
Chenel Perfume and server free
I want Bary to service me
Service me
all we really wanna say is throw a little crumb this way
a tiny, tiney, weny little touch
it's not as if we're asking for much
Spread some joy around the place
put a smile on my face
don't mess with us
'cause this is what we want
I'm crying for, whining for, urning for, burning for
aching for, quaking for, sick of bleeding waiting for
Change, change, change
bring it on
change, change, change
Im moaning for, groaing for, praying for, greying for,
scheeming for, screaming for,
and still we're only dreaming for
change, change, change
keep dreaming of
change, change, change
so why don't you get on the case
before we smack you in the face
don't mess with us
'cause this is what we want
don't mess with us
cause this is what we want

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