You do this for me, and I’ll do that for you
Let’s do this little thing, and see what we can do
Let’s see how many people, we can possibly screw
You do this for me, and I’ll do that for you

Come on! Get it on!

We have this little plan, to screw the common man
A little plot to hatch, so his things we can snatch
For he is like Bo Peep, about to lose her sheep
They’ll all be unawares, as we’re taking what is theirs

But I will need your help, to do this dirty deed
I will need your help, to administer this greed
I will need your help, to take what others need
It matters not to us, if the poor we do not feed

Come on! Get it on!

It is a peasants lot, simply to have not
And so it’s always been, and we are like the queen
Like royalty we are, and we’ll go very far
We will have the bulk, and let the peasants sulk
We’ll give them a few crumbs, and let them live in slums
And we will be so rich, and we can all be chums
Gang up on the poor, and give them all what for
With our merry band, as we rule the land

Come on! It’s a con!

We're going on the take, to make them all forsake
We'll give them all a squeeze, until they puff and wheeze
We can have it all, and we can have a ball
Pulling all the strings, and taking all their things

Come on! It’s a con!

T hatching, bag snatching
T hatching, serf bashing (give it to him Rodney)
T hatching, back scratching
They call it T hatching, swag snatching

Rogering the nation, in the name of conservation
Yeh, the conservative party, yes we know we're very farty
We will con and serve, too right we have the nerve
Taking more and more, yes we'll keep the peasants poor

Come on. It’s a con!

We are the ruling elite, peasants at our feet
Being conservative, life is very sweet
Giving them a boot, life is such a hoot
Being exploitative, making lots of loot
Taking more than our share, but we think that is fair
But we don’t really care, if the people despair
Scratch each other’s back, peasants on the rack
That's just the way it is, as we take the....

Come on. It’s a con!

We all stick together, the upper class we are
Like birds of feather, we go very far
Cos we all know one thing, on your life that you can bet
The more peasants you can tread on, the higher you can get

Come on. It’s a con!

T hatching, back scratching
They call it T hatching, purse snatching
T hatching, serf bashing
T hatching, they call it swag snatching