Those economic vultures
Stole our dreams and told us tales
Then they towed away our culture
To their depot in south WalesCorporations get the tax breaks
While the city gets the crime
The profit’s going somewhere
But it isn’t yours or mineStill we blindly trust in the divine
Let’s sing for the old country
Come on, one more timeAnd if this should be the last time
I should ever see your face
Let’s part with no hard feeling
And a positive embraceAnd I will speak well of you
When they ask if you were mine
Till then the jet stream up above
Shows us the warning signsTill we meet again bravely walk the line
Let’s sing it loud with feeling
Come on, one more time
Let’s sing for the old country
Come on, one more, one more time
—Ray Davies, “One More Time,” Working Man’s Café