Nothing To Shout About

No more fighting. No more war

So, what the hell are you marching for?

No more copy of Vietcong

But still you wanna sing your protest song

No, no, no, no, you've nothing to shout about

No, no, no, nothing to shout about

No, no, no, no, you've nothing to shout about

No, no, no, nothing to shout about

No more spying undercover

But still you'll never trust your Russian lover

No more working in a ditch

But still you Rock 'n' Roll against the rich

No, no, no, no, you've nothing to shout about

No, no, no, nothing to shout about

No, no, no, no, you've nothing to shout about

No, no, no, nothing to shout about

No more guns or pollution

But still you want to sell the revolution

No, no, no, no, you've nothing to shout about

No, no, no, nothing to shout about

No, no, no, no, you've nothing to shout about

No, no, no, nothing to shout about