Oh get down, getting down, so much money in the ground

For the people who don't deserve it now

It's a circus we're the clowns as the giant ones disown

Every bit of something we call home



Said it's a pity 'bout the middle class Holden mass

We get a bit to play around with doesn't really matter

They kid us with their dole, kid us with the dope

But generally speaking, nobody's got a hope



We're playing the music of the middle-aged queens

Getting fatter and fatter and splitting their jeans

It's all the same, we're out in the cold

The good ones died, the others just got old

Everything's set, everything's fine

You just got to stand in line

Oh everything's set, everything's fine

You just got to stand in line



Getting down, getting down, we have to make it now

Everybody's beaten, everybody's down, oh everybody's down

So goodbye to the creeps who are making it

Goodbye to the let it happen stand

I'm moving out got no doubt they've forgettn twist 'n' shout

They never ever listen to the man