The public have a right to know
Say the newspaper as an excuse
To start a media pile-on
As a form of ritual abuse

Can you imagine if they were living?
In the spare room of your mind
I think they’d drive you crazy
They just act so unkind

The public have a right to know
Is what they always say
When they investigate a street fight
Just to get there way

Well I never, cor blimey
I hear the gossips say
That are chatting in the laundry
Most hours of the day

The public have a right to know
Well that’s true to form
It starts off as a whisper
And becomes a media storm

Well maybe I have bills to pay
I’ve got other things on my mind
I rather I got on with my life
Than play at truth and lies