The 80's brought a wave of greed, you all bought flats you didn't need
You really thought you'd got it made, you fell into trap they laid

Mr Mortgage, now you're poor, bailiffs knocking at your door
Climb inside your cardboard box, squatters in and change the locks

Mr Mortgage, Mr Mortgage with your pokey little flat
Don't you know I've got a big house and the council pays for that

With each recession brings the sack, you know your wife ain't coming back
Monthly repayments are a must, now all your dreams have turned to dust