Clash The Magnificent Seven Lyrics

The Magnificent Seven
Ring! ring! It's 7:00 A.M.! Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face, brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers too, must get up an learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief; One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too; Churning out that boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out but how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda; Gimme Sony; So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars and Indian cents; English pounds and Eskimo pence

You lot! What? Dont stop! Give it all you got! You lot! What? Dont stop! Yeah!
You lot! What? Dont stop! Give it all you got! You lot! What? Dont stop! Yeah!

Working for a rise; Better my station; Take my baby to sophistication
She's seen the ads; She thinks it's nice; Better work hard - I seen the price
Never mind that it's time for the bus; We got to work - an you're one of us
Clocks go slow in a place of work; Minutes drag and the hours jerk

When can I tell 'em wot I do? In a second, maaan... oright chuck!

Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss; It's our profit, it's his loss
But anyway lunch bells rings; Take one hour and do your thanng! Cheeesboiger!

What do we have for entertainment? Cops kickin gypsies on the pavement
Now the news - snap to attention! The lunar landing of the dentist convention
Italian mobster shoots a lobster; Seafood restaurant gets out of hand
A car in the fridge or a fridge in the car? Like cowboys do in T.V. land

You lot! What? Dont stop! Give it all you got! You lot! What? Dont stop! Yeah!
You lot! What? Dont stop! Give it all you got! You lot! What? Dont stop! Yeah!

So get back to work an' sweat some more; The sun will sink an' we'll get out the door
It's no good for man to work in cages; Hits the town, he drinks his wages
You're frettin', you're sweatin' but did you notice you ain't gettin'?
You're frettin', you're sweatin' but did you notice you ain't gettin' anywhere?
Don't you ever stop long enough to start? To take your car outta that gear
Don't you ever stop long enough to start? To get your car outta that gear
Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels came to the checkout at the 7-11
Marx was skint but he had sense; Engels lent him the necessary pence

What have we got? Yeh-o; What have we got? Yeh-o, magnificence!! What have we got?

Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team who went on to win 50-nil
You can be true; You can be false; You'll be given the same reward
Socrates and Milhouse Nixon; Both went the same way, through the kitchen
Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin; Who's more famous to the billion millions?
News flash: Vacuum cleaner sucks up budgie; Ooohh no! Bub-bye

The Manificent Seven! Magnificence! Magnificence Seven!

f___ing long, innit?