Sorry DWG, I didn't realise I had made it so obscure but here's the lyrics, which should explain
The P Word
We got friends in high places
Our own channel on TV
We got police protection
By government decree
We'll fix it for you
Like we fixed it for me
So why not come and join us
On the PBBC
We got rapists and murderers
We put them on the news
Terrorists and burglars
And bush kangaroos
The world's gone bad
Leave it all behind
Do you wanna join our gang
Do you feel inclined
To me it's all a little seedy
Strictly not my cup of tea
But no one wants to spoil the party, so
Mum's the word on the PBBC
We turn a blind eye
No one will believe
It's our little secret
Don't be so naive
You're lucky to be here
Put your trust in me
Mix it with the stars
On the PBBC
bridge
Must I draw a picture
Shall I play you a song
Can you tell what it is yet
Be good and just play along
Like three brass monkeys
No evil to see
Protection for the guilty
Our own charity
A license for you
Is a license me
So get yourself a piece
Of the PBBC
chorus
You can't hide the truth
With a smile or a frown
So come on everybody
We're all going down
spoken: If you've been affected by the issues in this song, visit our website at PBBC.o r g
Why, you can't hide the truth
With a smile or a frown
Come on, come on
We're all going down