I saw a picture of you, o-o-oh, o-o-oh
In a hi-vis jacket oh my
When is it time for you to repay, o-o-oh, o-o-oh
Your debt to society

But you’re back on the gravy train (ho-ah)
O-oh, get back on the chain gang (ho-ah)

Darius Guppy’s on the phone, o-o-oh, o-o-oh
Wants to get some journalist beaten up
A Bullingdon buddy who wants to crack ribs, o-o-oh, o-o-oh
So you give him the number of the journalist

Then get back on the gravy train (ho-ah)
O-oh, (ho-ah)
Get back on the chain gang

The powers that be
That force us to live like we do
Covered in sleaze
They don’t care what they do to you

They don’t care what they say
Knowing they’ll always get bail
They’ll fall to ruin one day
Or end up in jail

I found a picture of you, o-o-oh, o-o-oh
In the happiest days of your life
Smashing up restaurants regularly, o-o-oh, o-o-oh
In the wretched life of an evil heart

Then get back on the gravy train (ho-ah)
O-oh, (ho-ah) get back on the chain gang