They say we've got to keep a hold of all our bankers
Cause they're so clever and so talented y'know
And if we don't give them their bonuses of millions
Then they'll just pick up their briefcases and go
They're so clever that they've bankrupted the country
And they're so talented our taxes bailed them out
And the government is frightened by their puny little threats
But the rest of us just want to scream and shout:
Go, go
Just fuck off now and go
You can all leave your passports at the door
And the same goes for your houses, your money, and your cars
You're not welcome in this country any more
No, you're not welcome in this country any more
Well they gamble with our money on the markets
Which is not the function of a bank at all
And they're paid a hundred times more than someone who saves lives
Well it's time we dealt with this once and for all
I say let's tax them 'til their testicles are tiny
And make their bonuses some tickets for some planes
And then we'll show the world how we can get along just fine
Without their talented enormous super-brains
Go, go
Just fuck off now and go
You can all leave your passports at the door
And the same goes for your houses, your money, and your cars
You're not welcome in this country any more
No, you're not welcome in this country any more
But the government is friends with all the bankers
Like Karl Marx predicted all those years ago
And although they caused a mess,
They were stooges in the press
Who were desperate to keep the status quo.
So the City boys get richer by the hour
While all we get is sackings and cutbacks
And they're brutalizing Greece
With their IMF police
Yes, it's time to grab those Goldmen by their Sachs.
Go, go
Just fuck off now and go
You can all leave your passports at the door
And the same goes for your houses, your money, and your cars
You're not welcome in this country any more
No, you're not welcome in this country any more
We already own some banks, well, that's a good start
All we need to do is nationalize the rest
Make the banks work for the people, not the other way around
Put the speculators all under arrest
As they queue to leave the country for the last time
If they dare to moan or whine or give it large
Tell 'em they're lucky they're not rotting in a gulag
'Cause they would be if Attila was in charge
Go, go
Just fuck off now and go
You can all leave your passports at the door
And the same goes for your houses, your money, and your cars
You're not welcome in this country any more
No, you're not welcome in this country any more