Written by stewart copeland

When you reach number ten
And think the struggle ends
But it aint the end
Its only a trend

You have to unbend
cause its only a trend
Dont lose all your friends
Dont make your heroes end

When you reach number eight
It aint no pearly gate
cause it wont satiate
Your growing appetite
You can ply your trade
And push your crusade
Emancipate or indoctrinate, but the
Traps are all laid for any honest crusade
Your old values will fade
As you struggle to make the grade
As you struggle to make the grade
You neednt bother!
When you hit number four
Youre almost through the door
But theres a whole lot
More you just cant ignore
The telephones sure, you know the score
But dont let this uproar
Dissipate your encore
Its written in the news
How you paid your dues
But youve no excuse
For the people you abuse

When you reach number one
You can beat your drum
You can sack your roadies in birmingham
When your record is platinum
You can stick it to the [band]
To the wall like youve always planned
Its written in the news how you paid your dues
But youve no excuse for the people you abuse
When you reach number ten
The people you abuse
No excuse
For the people you abuse
Youve got no excuse
For the people you abuse