Dave Taylor - I'm OK Jack Blues Lyrics

I was waiting on the station for the second class
Got the point of a brolly up the Khyber Pass
Some goon in a tea cosy 'at
Had sighted the 8.15
Started off a bayonet charge
Without even an "excuse me, old bean
So scrum down or get trampled under sixteen hundred pairs of shiny shoes
All paying their dues
To the I'm OK, Jack Blues

Now the city throws its voices to stockbrokers' dummies
Who ride the conversation train and talk about Egyptian mummies
You could be an even bigger rat" that's what the posters say
Just laugh a little louder at the bosses jokes and yo'll be well on your way
And every time you say "I say, it's my right of way
You stick your head through the noose
Of those I'm OK, Jack Blues

Now in your Sunday paper there's a magazine
With a middle page spread of the majesty of the Queen
She's the head of the nation, we're all down on our knees
No real cause for celebration anyway
And as the Englishmen in their castles pour scorn and abuse
On society's refuse, it's those I'm OK, Jack Blues

Well, down the local boozer trots laughing Fred
With a great big beer gut in his head
You can hear him a mile away, laying down the law
You'll never wipe that smile off his face that tells you
That he knows it all
Sandpaper on the eardrums as he gives out his views
On who to accuse, it's the I'm OK, Jack Blues

So the tragi-comic office clones all go home to roost
But the postures won't melt like the butter on the toast
If you lost all your law books, what would come to pass
Like Coco the Clown with his trousers down
You'd be such a farce
So fester in front of your TV screen as it spews
Out the six o' clock news, It's those I'm OK, Jack Blues
It's those I'm OK, Jack Blues, those I'm OK, Jack Blues