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