Oh get down, getting down, so much money in the ground
  For the people who don't deserve it now
  It's a circus we're the clowns as the giant ones disown
  Every bit of something we call home
  
  Said it's a pity 'bout the middle class Holden mass
  We get a bit to play around with doesn't really matter
  They kid us with their dole, kid us with the dope
  But generally speaking, nobody's got a hope
  
  We're playing the music of the middle-aged queens
  Getting fatter and fatter and splitting their jeans
  It's all the same, we're out in the cold
  The good ones died, the others just got old
  Everything's set, everything's fine
  You just got to stand in line
  Oh everything's set, everything's fine
  You just got to stand in line
  
  Getting down, getting down, we have to make it now
  Everybody's beaten, everybody's down, oh everybody's down
  So goodbye to the creeps who are making it
  Goodbye to the let it happen stand
  I'm moving out got no doubt they've forgettn twist 'n' shout
  They never ever listen to the man