Original lyrics
ENThe 80's brought a wave of greed
you all bought flats you didn't need.
You really thought you'd got it made
you fell into trap they laid.
Mr Mortgage, now you're poor
bailiffs knocking at your door.
Climb inside your cardboard box
squatters in and change the locks.
Mr Mortgage
Mr Mortgage with your pokey little flat.
Don't you know I've got a big house
and the council pays for that.
With each recession brings the sack
you know your wife ain't coming back.
Monthly repayments are a must
now all your dreams have turned to dust.
