Letra da Música Not Now John Pink Floyd

Fuck all that, we've got to get on with these
(Fuck all that, fuck all that)
Got to compete with the wily Japanese
There's too many home fires burning and not enough trees
(Fuck all that)
So fuck all that, we've gotta get on with these
(Gotta get on with these)Can't stop, lose job, mind gone, silicon
Tsar bomb, what bomb? Get away, pay day
Make hay, break down
Need fix, big six
Click, click, hold on, oh, no
Bingo!
(Bingo!)Make them laugh, make them cry
Make them dance in the aisles
Make them pay, make them stay
Make them feel okayNot now, John
We've got to get on with the film show
(Gotta get on, gotta get on)
Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow
(End of the rainbow)Who cares what it's about
As long as the kids go?
(As long as the kids go)
So, not now, John
We've gotta get on with the show
(Gotta get on, gotta get on)(Gotta get on, gotta get on)
(Gotta get on)Hang on John, I've got to get on with this
(Gotta get on, gotta get on)
I don't know what it is
But it fits on here like, tsssCome at the end of the shift
We'll go and get pissed
But not now John
I've gotta get on with this
(Gotta get on with this)
(Gotta get on)Hold on John
I think there's something good on
I used to read books, but
It could be the news, or some other amusement
Could be reusable showsFuck all that, we've gotta get on with these
(Doo, doo, wah!)
Got to compete with the wily Japanese
(Gotta get on, gotta get on)
No need to worry about the Vietnapeace
(Doo, doo, wah!)
Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees
(Gotta get on)Well, maybe not the Russian Bear, maybe the Swedes
(Doo, doo, wah!)
We showed Argentina
Now let's go and show these
(Gotta get on, gotta get on)
Make us feel tough
And wouldn't Maggie be pleased?
(Doo, doo, wah!)Na, na, na, na, na, na, na (na, na, na)
One, two, Free Four!
(One, two, Free Four!)
(Gotta get on)S'cusi, dov'è il bar? (What?) (Gotta get on)
Se parakalo, pou einai to bar? (Gotta get on)
S’il vous plaît, où est le bar? (Gotta get on, gotta get on) (say it in English, fairy!)
Oi, where’s the fucking bar, John? (Oh, now you’re talking!)
(Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the day)
(Gotta get on, gotta get on)
Come on, Maggie!
Hammer, hammer, hammer, hammer, now!

Composição: Roger Waters.