The hit parade is dominated by artists from the eighties and from even earlier
We were working for the party on our council beat
That much is true
We canvassed up and down the town in every street
The red flag flew
Now decades later on we have some grey in our hair
But we've pulled through
Now Dennis, Ken and Rhodri look as sexy as Cher
Give us our due -
Oh? Don't you want us?
You know they won't believe you if we're all rejected
Oh? Don't you want us?
Your eyes will not deceive you when we're all elected
You better change your tack
Or you'll find out when we're back
We'll have you on the rack and we will not be sorry . . .
