Take care my friends, big brother is watching everything you do.
The things you buy, the papers you read, the pizzas you prefer.
We leave a trail of data, that who knows who is picking through.
Reward schemes, loyalty points, questionnaires, and plastic cards.

They say we cannot beat the system, must join and play the game.
They cannot help us with anything, without our ID number.
Send for a free sample, respond to a survey, buy a record online.
Whatever you do, they want your birth date and email address.

So why on earth do they want to know my birthday?
I've never once received a card, after filling in a form.
Where's the box for "yes please" when they ask about my sex?
Why should I give my address, when they sent it to my house?

Be sure that somewhere deep in Surrey there's a team of little men,
Who spend their days making facts out of nothing, figures from the air.
Finding a connection between your coffee and your shoe size.
To proudly conclude that you use your feet to hold your cup.

They send you forms to fill for loans, when you have money in the bank.
Brochures for double-glazing, when you've had the whole lot done.
Oh yes, once they have your data, you're on their list for life.
You're a number, a statistic, an entry in their database.

So let's try to make it hard for them, and cover up our tracks.
Change our name to "JM Smith", and do everything in cash.
Never going out in public, without a suitable disguise.
Let's shake off our big brother, and get on with our lives.