King Solomon's Song & Mine

Solomon took a census, & we were just passing through
But his press gang arrested us & led us to the quarry two by two
& now, King Solomon, I'm working for a song in your mine

Solomon wants a palace & a temple for his god Yahweh
But you & me sweet Alison we get sweet FA
& now, King Solomon, we're working for a song in your mine

You trade our daylight for Turkish Delight
You trade our fear for euphoria
But we trade the real for your underground rail
& your foreman's rules
O my love, let's start a trade union for fools

The Queen of Sheba visited, she brought spices & guitars
There never were spices or guitars like that
At least never for the likes of us
Solomon took some frankincense, the Queen took some cocaine
Then the lighting changed & they sang strange words
& the band already knew the chords
& now, King Solomon, I'm working for your song & mine

You trade our daylight for Turkish Delight
You trade our fear for euphoria
But we trade the real for your underground rail
& your foreman's rules
O my love

One thing's sure & nothing's surer
The rich get richer & the poor get...

Now we're living happily, Alison & I
We can't stop singing Solomon's song
We were singing it on the night
We conceived our healthy children
Who thanks to the union line
Are at school with the sons of the foreman
With a future down the mine
& soon, King Solomon, they'll be working for your song & mine

You trade our daylight for Turkish Delight
You trade our fear for euphoria
But we trade our lives for the song you taught us to sing
How does it go? "The trade union & God save the King!"