Me and all my brothers might have been brought up red, So here goes

The Sun's dead sound, it's got birds with big knockers.
Take them in work and decorate your lockers.
The sport in it's boss, especially the racin'.
And the 'oroscopes tell us the day we're all facin'.

Don't you remember, you ignorant swine?
All the lies they told in eighty-nine.
Let me remind you just what they said.
We pissed on the bizzies and robbed our own dead.

But the telly page's sound, they've got bingo and lotto.
And on one of the pages there's a nice little motto.
Anyway Evo I just didn't know.
It doesn't matter now it was so long ago.

It does fúckin' matter! It matters a lot.
People had children they've no longer got.
People had fathers they'll no longer see.
They said that I killed them, they said it was me!

Shut up will you Evo. You're always bangin' on.
Hillsborough and justice, all that carry on.
Anyway Evo get out of me face.
It's only a newspaper in any case.

It's not a newspaper. A newspaper has news.
Not made up stories with which to abuse.
What they said was "The Truth" were all scurrilous lies.
We got no apology. What a surprise!

All right then Evo what should I buy?
Tell me one, give me the reason why.
Which one do you think stands out from the rest?
The Mirror, The Echo, which one's the best?

Don't buy the Sun. It's fit only to burn.
Don't buy the Sun. There's nothing you'll learn.
I'll say it once more and then I'll be done.
Buy what you want but DON'T BUY THE SUN.