Out.

Onto the final transporter and the factory’s left with … nowt.
So we became too expensive and were made brutally aware,
“Je suis désolé mon ami anglais, mais vous êtes … trop cher.”
Capitalism reared it’s ugly head and dug chasms of ‘have’ and ‘have not’,
While Ryton found out that ‘ugly’ is the only head capitalism’s got.

“It just isn’t economically viable to manufacture Peugeots here,
We were frightened that our profits wouldn’t be as FAT next year!
It just isn’t economically viable, it makes no economic sense.”
In months from now we’ll be talking about the Ryton Plant in the past tense.
“It just isn’t economically viable, to sustain these people’s lives
The fathers, mothers, sons and daughters, lovers, husbands, wives.”

Bill’s eighteen years of service will be tossed out in the gutter
“What are we going to do now Dad, to earn our bread and butter?
Will we have a holiday Dad? A week in Anglesey or Rhyl?
We could save money if we go camping, is it economically viable still?”
What’s gonna happen to our family Dad?
Will we end up strapped for cash?
If me and Mom are not economically viable, Dad,
Then will you throw us out with the trash?”

Economically viable.

It’s such a cold and clinical term
That PSA detergent has come to wipe out every germ of
Right-on Ryton vigour, the stuff that made us great,
When the Nazis blew our roofs off, we rebuilt them slate by slate.
From aircraft engines to Rootes, then Chrysler sold us for a buck,
We rode the crest of a wave for ages, but now we’re out of luck.

Everyone said the writing was on the wall for Ryton
The futures looking pretty dim, it’s not a very bright ‘un
The dice were unfairly weighted, the plant has been deemed unreliable

‘The drive of your life’ has run out of fuel, it’s not economically viable.

If you are smaller than them.

When a bike has got two seats,

It’s sometimes called a tandem.

You’ll never win the lottery

Because it’s purely random.

You could get splinters from old floor boards,

Unless you really sand ‘em.

And sticky women

Wear great big sticky trunks to swim in.

Sticky dogs chase sticky sticks,

‘Round sticky houses,

Built of sticky bricks.

Sticky kids with sticky faces…

Brians, Sarahs, Colins, Tracies.

Sticky limbs

That break and scrape,

Stuck back together with

Sticky tape.

Sticky insects eat

Sticky grubs.

Sticky beer in

Sticky pubs.

Lots of sticky lies

Could lead to a sticky situation.

Sticky Roger Daltreys sing

‘My sticky generation’.

Sticky stamps on sticky letters

Sent to your best stick friend,

Keep your sticky fingers clean,

Don’t meet a sticky end.

Sticky bats and balls for cricket,

With sticky stumps on a sticky wicket

Sticky hospitals for the sick,

What’s brown and sticky?

A stick.