Smile, smile, smile,
Little strutting cock;
Futures of commodities?
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Smile, smile, smile,
Misery guts in a suit;
The complete individual attire ...
With a secretary to boot.
Smile, smile, smile,
Colostomy bag on a chain;
You've made it ... Well nearly,
Ra-ra, Bollocks, Champagne.
