Hello, good evening-a homely face To tell stories of disaster and disgrace In the privacy of your own home You can't even smell the burning Rome So What for the eighties What for the eighties What for the eighties What for the eighties No law and order on our streets In the hands of liars and cheats No job, no future's now for real Just time to fight and time to steal No worry, no cause for concern Our rulers manager on what they earn Parties and functions every night It's okay Jack, -I'm alright So What for the eighties