cream of the crop

Why do I live where I do?
Why do I try to emulate you?
Why can't I seem to get on?
Now, now, now now, now, there must be something wrong.
Well something is wrong.

I ain't upper class, I ain't middle class,
I'm just the cream of the crop, I'm working class.

And I don't support the Tory Party,
And I've lost faith in the Labour Party,
And I don't like the Liberals, or the SDP.
They don't talk my politics, they don't talk my politics,
They're all queueing up for interviews on the fucking television.

'Cause I ain't upper class, I ain't middle class,
I'm just the cream of the crop, I'm working class.

You see the rich, they just get richer,
And the poor, they don't complain.
Don't wanna live in a villa,
But why the fuck should I work in the rain?

'Cause I ain't upper class, I ain't middle class,
I'm just the cream of the crop, I'm working class.

See the kid with the holes in his shoes?
The poor fucker, he's destined to lose.
He's getting used to living in poverty for the rest of his life.
Gonna cause a revolution,
Tear down the constitution,
Open up the doors, let everyone see
What they've done to you and me.

'Cause I ain't upper class, I ain't middle class,
I'm just the cream of the crop, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
Working class.