I know it was released in 1980 but it was recorded in 1978. A wonderfully cynical B-side written by the drummer.
When you reach number 10 and think the struggle ends
But in the end it's only a trend
You have to unbend
'Cos it's only a trend
Don't lose all your friends
Don't make your hero's end
When you reach number 8 it ain't no pearly gate
'Cos it won't 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
You needn't bother
When you hit number 4 you're almost through the door
But there's a whole lot more you just can't ignore
The telephone's sure, you know the score
But don't let this uproar dissipate your encore
It's written in the news
How you paid your dues
But you've no excuse
For the people you abuse
When you reach number 1 you can beat your drum
Sack your roadies in Birmingham
When your record is platinum, you can stick it to the man
To the world like you always planned