I don't know about you, but all I hear from all the empty words and the boyish "I'm a Prime Minister" grin is the warning screams of 'Won't Get Fooled Again' ...
There's nothing in the streets
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now a parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Don't get fooled again
So meet the new boss. He's just the same as the old boss.