25 anos depois, contas feitas, tem-nos feito falta este palhaço genial e louco.
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped wit religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
John Lennon, Working class hero
Na RTP1 passaram esse filme delicioso que se chama A hard day's night. O tradutor precisava de fumar umas coisitas a ver se alargava os horizontes. Conseguiu não perceber piada nenhuma... What do you call that haircut?, pergunta um jornalista tolo a George, que responde muito bem posto, Arthur. O imbecil do tradutor achou por bem informar os espectadores de que o corte se chamava "tigela". Deve ter uma vida muito monótona, coitado... [suspiro]
