Shirley Wood gulped down her breakfast,

Shut the fridge and joined the throng

Margaret Beatty snatched the milk in,

Scanned the news and went along.

Annie Harris drew the curtains,

screwed her eyes up, had a peep

Saw the marchers, heard their voices, making early morning noises

Stumbled back to bed and tried to sleep

[Chorus:]

(So) Come with us, run with us,

We're gonna change the world

You'll be amazed, so full of praise

When we've rearranged your world,

We're gonna change your world.

Shuffling through the cold black morning

Went the marchers, spirits low

Grunting greetings, grimly pressing

on to where they had to go

When the sun came up they brightened,

Stopped to have their thermos brew,

Annie Harris got up gladly, pondered for a little sadly

Then got on with what she had to do
[Chorus]

At their target, numbers swollen

Up the marchers banners go

Chanting, shouting, out with leaflets

Protest for everyone to know

Sit in front of all the traffic

Harry busy shopping wives

Try to stir their ostrich notions, whip them up to wild emotions

Put some fire into their wretched lives

[Chorus]

Shirley Wood was dragged still sitting

By a policeman from the road

Margaret Beatty hade her face slapped

By a man she tried to goad

Annie Harris in the office paused in typing, thought of Don

Glanced again at his last letter

Died for others to live better

Brushed away a tear and carried on

(Chorus)

Repeat to fade