The local factory's been pulled down By an overseas corporation Now all of my brothers are looking around For alternative occupation
I was sitting by the telly with my brother, Kenny When suddenly the penny dropped While all of my brothers are sitting at home I've got a bank loan and I've opened up my very own
Comedy and tragedy are all sitting on my shelf And if you've got a fantasy You can set yourself free
From all of the depression in you head Caused by all the living in the red
I've got a bootleg version of Citizen Kane A second hand copy of Psycho I've taped them off the telly so you shouldn't complain And there's no guarantee you'll get your money back again
If you want to escape, I can rent you a tape To relieve your situation If you feel a bit low, I got a good peep show 'Cos everybody knows almost anything goes
One fifty a day and I'll fly, fly you away It's nothing to pay to fly far, far away I can help you through that lonely night I've got Technicolour, black and white I can guide you through those empty days Make you smile and take your blues away
Another factory's been knocked down But nobody ever complains And all of my brothers are customers now I can see it in the eyes of all the lonely wives If they're bored and they feel like a change I do sales, rentals, even a swop And if you feel like a change, well it can all be arranged
And everyone who walks in through that door Has got something that they're looking for