Turn on the T.V., what do I see?
Thousands of people talking at me
Telling me about the things I need
Product fascination is making me bleed
People are ready to believe what they hear
"The packet soup was lovely, darling-try the beer"
Pressure sellers sell us lies
Their washing's so white it hurts your eyes
Open up your toothbrush and you'll get a surprise
Choosing the best is just a compromise
We wouldn't have the gutter press, or even I.B.A.
No colour mags on sunday, what a happy day
They yell at you from hoardings, they grin at you from the walls
Confuse you and abuse you as the avon lady calls
Everything is labeled in brightly coloured packs
They try to trip you up with it, to stop you in your tracks
Pressure sellers sell us lies
There ain't no gristle in our pork pies
It's the other brands you've got to despise
Take away the finance and they drop like flies
Advertise, alibis, hide the lies behind the label
Twist the facts make more money
It's quite funny
We're still top of the table
Pressure sellers sell us lies
Pressure sellers sell us lies
Pressure sellers