Honesty's all out of fashion These are the rigs of the time Ay me boys, These are the rigs of the time The Transnational companies are running the show Unaccountable, faceless ones, nobody knows Richer than countries, their cause they advance They pull the strings that make politics dance The private utilities, I must bring them in A private monopoloy is guaranteed to win They charge what they like, give you cause for much grief And the customer watchdogs have more gums than teeth The huge hypermarkets on the outskirts of town Convenience is up, and the prices are down But the cost of this comfort is not set at nought It's all the small business in the bankruptcy court. The cool high street clothes stores are part of the scene Neat designer labels, a marketing man's dream The young people buy them, and here's the surprise They pay extra for logos, which in turn advertise. Is Diana an angel, is Charles a cad? It's a media circus gone totally mad The never ending rehash of their private lives And who knows the truth between husbands and wives?