I'm sick of working on the land
I want to work with machines and look handsome
Doing little more than eat
And I've been shirking my duty
So I've been sending gifts to curry favour
I need a holiday, I've not been well
Take me to the Brocade River Hotel
While the revolution lasts
I'm not too worried by hegemony
I know the cadre will look after me
And I just want to know while the revolution lasts
Will it enable me to swallow broken glass!
I have been indulging in ostentatious display
Doing little more than eat three square meals a day
But because I love you...