| An employment advertisement in the station caught my eye and kept me looking, |
| yeah |
| Said there’s a situation vacant in the office of invention so you might try |
| there |
| So you buy yourself a tie and comb your hair |
| And astound them with impressive words that you have read somewhere |
| CHORUS: |
| We don’t want you working here (get out, you’re no good) |
| I said we don’t want you working here |
| We don’t want you working here (get out, you’re no good) |
| We don’t want you working here |
| Every eye in the place tonight is going to be on you |
| They want to see you crawl and after all that’s what you’re paid to do So you look the people straight between the eyes |
| And you tell them quite implicitly just what you feel inside |
| We don’t want you |
| We don’t want you |
| When a paragraph on paper makes a difference to your money, well, |
| it’s just not fair |
| And surrounded by the smell of bread, you let your feelings fill your head and |
| float away |
| To a place that isn’t really there at all |
| And exists inside yourself alone and drives you up the wall |
| We don’t want you working here (get out, you’re no good) |
| I said we don’t want you working here |
| We don’t want you working here (get out, you’re no good) |
| I said we don’t want you working here |
| repeat CHORUS |