Too many mornings,
Caught me running behind time
Mondays to Fridays
It's just the same old grind,
You know I think too much,
And I keep losing touch,
I'm chained to the working class life.

Chorus:
God save the country
God save the Queen,
And God looks after everyone,
But he's got no time for me,
Seems like my life is just trouble
Trouble and strife,
'Cos I'm chained to the working class life.

The landlord owns apartment blocks,
He buys them by the score,
But even if he bought this town,
He'd still lust after more,
Sure I know he's doing fine,
But I ain't that enterprising,
'Cos I'm chained to the working class life.