Jack Bruce - The Ministry of Bag lyrics

It's all blues and no dinner at the Ministry of Bag The steaks are getting thinner the office is a drag It's all hills and no mountain in the cupboard of the Few The soda has no fountain the coal gets in the dew It's all chief and no father down the avenue of lane The soap has lost its lather the loves gone down the drain It's all time and no future at the Department of Breath The clothes aint made to suit you the peas are boiled to d**h It's hang the girls and young men on the ropes of tweedy mind The speedy sneaky tonguemen have left them all behind It's all tripe and no liver at the cafe of the Neat The cooks jumped in the river the menu smells of feet It's all swamp and no mosquitoes along the stripes of pin The boots have all the vetoes and the bags to put them in It's all blues and no dinner at the Ministry of Bag The steaks are getting thinner the office is a drag