I'm OK Jack Blues

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