The Prime Minister looked out a black limousine's window
On a land beginning to show the effects of the worst depression since the war
Graffiti everywhere, anti-government spray can sentiments, the streets full of litter
She sighed for her England, she cried for her England
Of village fetes, corner shops and touched forelock
Only one man could her now
Only one could lead us into a new Jerusalem
That man
Branson, the ferry's going down
Branson, there's a lunatic loose on town
Branson, space shuttle's blowing up again
Branson, there's more trouble in the stadium
Branson
Branson, aids is running rife
Branson, the moral majority was right
Branson, only you can solve the problem
Branson, get the kids wearing condoms
Beware of the man who smiles
R you protecting yourself
Aids, a chance to make a million
Anyone here been wearing them
Safe sex is the name of the game
One night stands
Not in the 90s gig guide
Branson, the inner city's a mess
Branson, the Prime Minister depressed
Branson, the tower blocks are crumbling
Branson, even Prince Charles is mumbling
Is it a bird?
Is it a plane?
Don't be absurd, it's that man Branson again