You've been warned not to listen
To the words of the wicked
Who are they to criticise?
Seeking more than meets the eye

On the blaring television
Fake stories on the news
Don't you tire of this madness
On a Sunday afternoon?

Heading for the London Bridge
Close your eyes and make a wish
We'll go to Paris for the weekend
And burn the chains and fur

On the blaring television
Another pointless view
Don't you tire of this madness
On a Sunday afternoon?

If you don't conform and listen
Then you don't deserve a thing
(Then you don't deserve a thing)

On the blaring television
There's another pointless view
Don't you tire of this madness
On a Sunday afternoon?

Let's burn the chains and fur (x8)