Don’t you want me any more? Don’t you know That I n-n-n-nearly swore On the live TV We went wild Yeah I set you free Your golden child Sitting in his easy chair He runs his hands through greying hair And contemplates His country estate Gazing out at his trout farm He wonders where the workers are But it’s too late They are not his mates They are young They’re young Don’t you need me Any more? I broke the rules for you Opened doors Gave you liberty Suggested Brexit Did that all work out? I never checked it Sitting in his easy chair He runs his hands though greying hair And contemplates His country estate Blackmailed all the workers back Gave the ringleaders the sack But it’s too late They are not his mates They are young Sitting in his easy chair He runs his hands through greying hair And contemplates His country estate He ‘worked really hard for this’ But now people just take the piss It’s all too late They are not his mates They are young They’re young So young Don’t you want me?