A Fine Career Songtext / Lyric

The councilor comes with his battered old suit

And his head all filled with plans

Says “It's not for myself, for the fame or wealth

But to help my fellow man.”

Fist in the air and the first to stand

When the Internationale plays

Says “We'll break down the walls of the old Town Hall

And we'll fight all the lifelong day!”

Ten years later where is he now?

He's ditched all the old ideas

Milked all the life from the old cash cow

Now he's got a fine career

Now he's got a fine career.