The councilor comes with his battered old suit 
And his head all filled with plans
Says “It's not for myself, for the fame or wealth 
But to help my fellow man.” 
Fist in the air and the first to stand
When the Internationale plays 
Says “We'll break down the walls of the old Town Hall 
And we'll fight all the lifelong day!” 
Ten years later where is he now?
He's ditched all the old ideas 
Milked all the life from the old cash cow 
Now he's got a fine career
Now he's got a fine career.