Lie Down And Be Counted - Neil Innes

There’s no song for the singer

No words for the tune

There’s a mess in the message

And a man on the moon

There’s no plan in the planet

It’s all gone berserk

There’s a milk bottle shortage

And the traffic lights don’t work

Lie down and be counted

Don’t take any more

Lie down and be counted

What are we standing for?

But there’s hope for the couples who stroll in the park

There’s nuclear power to light up the dark

There’s national health and ice in the fridge

And the occasional cow on a motorway bridge

There’s extended credit on easier terms

And something to kill all known household germs

There’s sofas and armchairs and washing machines

Stars on Sunday, fishfingers and beans

Lie down and be counted

Don’t take any more

Lie down and be counted

What are we standing for?

There’s no song for the singer, no words for the tune

There’s a mess in the message and a man on the moon

There’s no plan in the planet, it’s all gone berserk

There’s an everything shortage and the traffic lights still don’t work

Lie down and be counted

Don’t take any more

Lie down and be counted

What are we standing for?

Lie down and be counted

Don’t take any more

Lie down and be counted

What are we standing for?