The Magnificent Seven - Remastered Songtext
von The Clash

The magnificent seven

Ring, ring, it′s 7:00 A.M
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too
Must get up an′ learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M. and the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence


You lot (What?)
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot (What?)
Don't stop (Yeah)
You lot (What?)
Don′t stop, give it all you got
You lot (What?)
Don′t stop (Yeah)

Working for a rise, better my station
And take my baby to sophistication
Seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
Better work hard I seen the price
Never mind that it′s time for the bus
We got to work an' you′re one of us
Clocks go slow in a place of work
Minutes drag and the hours jerk

(Yeah wave bye-bye) When can I tell 'em wot I do?
In a second, maaan
A′right Chuck

Wave buh-buh-buh-bye to the boss
It's our profit, it's his loss
But anyway the lunch bells ring
Take one hour do your thanng
Cheeesboiger


What do we have for entertainment?
Cops kicking Gypsies on the pavement
Now the news has snapped to attention
Lunar landing of the dentist convention
Italian mobster shoots a lobster
Seafood restaurant gets out of hand
Car in the fridge or fridge in the car?
Like cowboys do in T.V. land

You lot (What?)
Don′t stop, give it all you got
You lot (What?)
Don′t stop (Huh?)
You lot (What?)
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot (What?)
Don′t stop

So get back to work and sweat some more
The sun will sink and we'll get out the door
It′s no good for man to work in cages
Hit the town he drinks his wages
You're fretting, you′re sweating
But did you notice you ain't getting?
You're fretting, you′re sweating
But did you notice you not getting anywhere?
Don′t you ever stop long enough to start?
To take your car outta that gear
Don't you ever stop long enough to start?
To get your car outta that gear
Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels
Came to the checkout at the 7-11
Marx was skint but he had sense
Engels lent him the necessary pence

What have we got? Yeh-o
What have we got? Yeh-o
What have we got? Magnificence (I say)
What have we got?

Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win 50-nil
You can be true, you can be false
You′ll be given the same reward
Socrates and Milhous Nixon
Both went the same way through the kitchen
Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin
Who's more famous to the billion millions?
News flash
Vacuum cleaner sucks up budgie
Oooohh-oww
Bye bye

Buh-bu
The Magnificent Seven
Magnificent

Magnificent Seven

This is fuckin′ long, innit?