Politics, politics
I don't know why you don't
go back in the studio again
It's easy with tracking and
you've got the backing
So tell us when
For you can choose any part
On the telly and the red
Be you
Play it cool and your fan club will grow
Politics, politics
You got us in a fix
Why do you make it so
hard to sing along?
Politics, politics
Up to your shady tricks
You should've changed your words a bit,
you got it wrong
Politics, politics
Politics, politics
Politics, politics
Why don't you go out on a tour
with a banjo in the brow?
It's hardly for money, a turret is funny,
so don't be proud
For you can choose any place,
any hall to do your show
Play it cool and your fandom will grow
Politics, politics, you gotta say the fix
Why do you make it so hard
to sing along?
Politics, politics, do your shaded tricks
You should've changed
your words a bit
You got it wrong
Politics, politics
Politics, politics
Politics, politics
You got a voice and an upbeat
gimmick with your head
Just like a hotshot,
well -tested leader of a band
But if your song doesn't
go to the top of the chart
It wouldn't leave any grief in my heart
Oh, politics, politics, you got a set of tics
Why do you make it so hard
to say you're long?
Politics, politics,
I'll do your shaded tricks
You shouldn't change your words a bit,
you got it wrong
Oh, politics, politics, wrong
Oh, politics, politics, wrong
Politics, politics, politics