It's a life-time from the leather stalls The Berbers and bazaars Down through every measured movement In the making of the cars. And it doesn't pay much And it doesn't leave scars - on the outside, All this way ? Toulouse Another day ? Toulouse You've come too far ? TouIouse. And they give you the impression It's all Monet and Braque But the oil they squeeze on their palettes They never use on this track, And every extra filter Is a fissure, is a crack ? on the inside. And he walks in right behind you As you both go punching in And you both pick up your rivets From an aluminium bin. And he thinks what makes him different Is the colour of his skin ? it's on the outside. You've had their OAS You've had their CGT And no-one will be working here When they bring in CNC