Back to The 70s

Like Shaft but without social significance Credits and theme song, I command the eyes of a high street of a happier time - One which thrives both socially and commercially. At night I sleep peacefully Falling back back into the comfort of knowing My jobs secure under Keynesian goals of full employment. And I Love Thy Neighbour As we appreciate together the pleasure of breathing in The air of a Britain before unleaded petrol and Thatcherism. For Till Death Do Us Part, there will be no zeros hours, No CVs and no fucking job fairs. I could carry on. Come on and hit me with tax in double figures, double figures And let the country collapse into pieces, into pieces You make me wanna go back to the 1970s You make me wanna go back To the In the cupboard I find Spam, misogyny and diazepam As I indulge myself in the relative inflationary costs of Demand-side management. For every minute I wait here I appreciate God For the fixed-interest rate loan made available to me From a credit rating that is frankly above average. And I simply cannot complain as I revel in the ease of modern life - Facilitated by the raw power of a can opener, And the warmth of social housing. For everyday I expend my surplus labour value, I live a testament to the human condition to love, To care and to invest under a reasonable repayment scheme. Come on and hit me with tax in double figures, double figures And let the country collapse into pieces, into pieces You make me wanna go back to the 1970s You make me wanna go back To the (Laissez Laissez) Come on and take me (Laissez Laissez) And we'll forget about it (Laissez Laissez) Come on and break me (Laissez Laissez) And we'll forget about it (Laissez Laissez) Come on and take me (Laissez Laissez) And we'll forget about it (Laissez Laissez) Come on and break me (Laissez Laissez) And if you hit them with tax in double figures, double figures How would the country collapse, when it's already in pieces? I think I'd rather go back to the 1970s You make me wanna go back to the 1970s Come on and hit me with tax in double figures, double figures And let the country collapse into pieces, into pieces You make me wanna go back to the 1970s You make me wanna go back To the