Mr. Heseltine Meets His Public

Mr. Heseltine you drove into our town

The northern rain always drizzling down

Shoppers at the window stopped to look

As you signed another copy of your book

'Cause you have all the power

And you have all the wealth

And we've got nothing but ourselves

We've got nothing but ourselves

We've got nothing but ourselves

So we'll do away with leaders, bosses and police

Reclaim our actions, rediscover our voices

Salvage our integrity, reassert our dignity

Power in the heart of the community

Mr. Heseltine listen to me

We don't want power

And we don't want money

We're fighting for the right to decide

How the power and the wealth

Be equally divided

Old people in Seacroft need money for bills

Single mums with kids want decent meals

And we all want new coats

When all's said and done

They're all worn out

From being walked upon

There comes a time when we organize

When we take control of our daily lives

When we don't obey orders from authority

When we disbelieve the myths of democracy

Democracy Street, Britain's longest running soap, with the added illusion of audience participation. Our act tonight, on the left, capitalism that's right, on the right, capitalism is it, in the middle, probably the best capitalism in the world. Remember it's your choice, your five seconds worth of action that counts. I mean that most sincerely voters. Sit tight, keep quiet, 'till the next time. The next time being one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days away. Well if freedom is the choice between greed and practically the same impression (?), then I'll take the one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days. Never mind the ballots, here's the rest of your life.

Mr. Heseltine drove away

Two more appointments in the north today

Helpless and powerless

We join the queue for the metro bus

And Mr. Heseltine I've made up my mind

I'll never give support to you and your kind