Driving

Seems like yesterday you first started

As a rodeo cowboy in the big bull market

As the enterprise culture reached its pinnacle

Driven by an upbeat privatized miracle

Life is hard, though and times are leaner

For the banker, the broker and the window cleaner

And nobody's straw's shorter than yours

As the cuts get tougher and the streets get meaner

When the dividend of a divided nation

Is stepping over bodies in the underground station

The just rewards of the high and haughty

Are the P-45 and the UB40

In a downward spiral with zero option

You're fleeced in a deal of your own concoction

As the panic grows you suddenly know how it feels

As the boss says 'We're letting you go now'

Ain't gonna be in that driving seat no more

Ain't gonna be in that driving seat no more

So hang up your braces and your paisley tie

You've lost your shirt, now you're wondering why

Your fairweather friends have all disowned you

And only your banker and the bailliffs phone you

Repossessing everything they burst the bubble, you

Hand back the keys to your BMW,

Lose your home with the sky high loan

And the lows on the Dow Jones cease to trouble you

Ain't gonna be in that driving seat no more

Ain't gonna be in that driving seat no more

Well maybe you could lecture on management structure

Or work part time as a driving instructor

But the business college is undersubscribed

And the motoring school's on an economy drive

You become a expert in adversity

Enrolled in the Hard Knocks University

Students everywhere beg and borrow, now

Praying they can pay it all back tomorrow, now

Ain't gonna be in that driving seat no more

Ain't gonna be in that driving seat no more