[Spoken]

You know, I was in London, England the other day and who should I bump into but the Prime Minister of the entire United Kingdom, and we got rapping about my favourite subject: food. I say "Hey mama! Give me a recipe"

She say "Right on, Big Rapper! I'll give you my recipe for disaster!"

Take a government that's crazy

A third party that's lazy

And an opposition whose very existence

Often seems to be hazy

Take pop music that's boring

Add TV that gets you snoring

And a football team that often seems

To have difficulty in scoring

Throw these ingredients into a pot

Hеat it 'til it turns much faster

Keep the lid on 'til boiling point

That's my recipе for disaster

Grand Master, cut faster!

[Spoken]

You know, I was in Balmoral, Scotland the other day, and who should I see but your Queen. I say "Hey ma'am, what's happenin'?"

She say "Oh, Big Rapper. I be so worried about that woman that's running this country. She be crazy, man!"

I say "Hey, your majesty, in this kind of situation there's just one thing you should do..."

Panic! Panic!

Roll on the floor and act manic!

Run 'round the room and buzz like a fly

Bend over backwards, kiss your behind goodbye

Just panic! Panic! Panic! Panic!

Take a population with no hope

Giant council estates and cheap dope

And industrial production that's taken a reduction

Right down a slippery slope

Take millions on the breadline

That don't get mentioned in the headlines

And you gotta see that this country be

Heading for a deadline

Throw these ingredients into a pot

Heat it 'til it turns much faster

Keep the lid on 'til boiling point

That's my recipe for disaster

Grand Master, cut faster!

Take tonnes of air pollution

That mess up your constitution

But the hospital's closed

It's been bulldozed as a radical new solution

The roads and sewers are crumbling

The poor people are all grumbling

And the light at the end of the tunnel you see

It's not prosperity but a big express train robbery!

Throw these ingredients into a pot

Heat it 'til it turns much faster

Keep the lid on 'til boiling point

That's my recipe for disaster

Grand Master, cut faster!

[Spoken]

You know, I was in Red Square, Moscow the other day buying some postcards, and who should I see but Mikhail Gorbachev, Premier of the Soviet Union. I say "Hey, Mick! What's happenin' my man?"

He say "Oh, Rapper. I am so worried. That Mr. Reagan: he's crazy, man! He's gonna blow up the world."

I say "Hey, be cool, baby. In this kind of situation, I have the solution. Just..."

Panic! Panic!

Roll on the floor and act manic!

Run 'round the room and buzz like a fly

Bend over backwards, kiss your behind goodbye

Panic! Panic! Panic! Panic!