(Written as an old NUM member)

 

Who wants to be a millionaire?

I don’t

I’m proud of being doctrinaire

I won’t

Who wants the bother of a Barbican flat?

A free London flat? I wouldn’t want that!

Who wants sponduliks cash-in-hand?

I don’t

Who wants the Union’s hundred grand?

I don’t

Who cares about the membership’s fees?

I don’t

No I don’t

I did it all for me.

 

Who wants to be a millionaire?

I don’t

Dine out on junkets in Red Square?

I don’t

Who wants to mix with City traders and clerks?

They’re just bourgeois sharks according to Marx.

Who cares about the NUM?

I don’t

I’ve had my pickings out of them

I have

Who cares for Lenin, Engels, Trotsky?

I don’t

No I don’t

Cos I just cared for me.

 

 

Who wants to be a millionaire?

I don’t

Gross allegations everywhere

I don’t

Everyone knows that I would not misbehave

By forging a note signed by old Frankie Cave;

Who took the Far Left’s accolades?

I did

Who urged you to the barricades?

I did

Who’s the Great Revolutionary?

I was

But I’m not

I did it all for me.

 

Who wants to be a millionaire?

I do

Run off with loads of silverware?

I do

Who wants to stash brass in the IEMO?

The IEMO? (One bloke and his hoe)

Ill-gotten gains are in my grip

They are

So stuff the union membership

I did

So who’s the socialist on a spree?

I am

Yes I am

I did it all for me.