Under the gutter deep in the sewers
They're putting the paper to bed for the night
With a kiss and a story that's surely a rumour
Show-business, gossip, bullshit and hype
All the nice girls love a failure
Behind every failure lies a success
The newspaper people from The People newspaper
who've never been hounded by the press
Hang on baby, baby hang on
Hang on baby, baby hang on
You've been hounded for so long
From the focus and flash of a far away camera
The poisonous pen, e-mail and fax
Dew on the ground and the sound of step ladders
Pass on the sleaze and job descriptions in their Trilby hats
Hang on baby, baby hang on
Hang on baby, baby hang on
You've been hounded for so long
Hang on baby, baby hang on
Today's lucky numbers
pages 22 to 23
No fucking wonder
No purchase necessary
When you hear the corduroy
You know there's bad news coming
But don't shoot the paper boy
He's done nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Racing horse found on the moon
Fatmen camped outside your room
Poking through your letter box
Your dustbins and your smelly socks
You've been hounded for so long
Baby hang on
Hang on baby, baby hang on
Hang on baby, baby hang on
Extra, extra, read about it
You can't live or breathe without it
All the friends you knew so well
Pucker up to kiss and tell
publish and be damned as well
Send them all to tabloid hell
You've been hounded for so long
Hang on baby, baby hang on
You've been hounded for so long
hounded
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