Rumour Factory

The room is buzzing,
Alarm bells chime,
The Rumour Factory’s working overtime…
They make their judgement,
Before crime,
The Rumour Factory’s working overtime…
Well Mick heard it from Molly
And she heardit from Sue,
Sue read it in a Sunday paper,
And so it must be true…
There’s no virtue,
Just grease and grim,
When the Rumour Factory’s working overtime…
Feelings never matter,
And no one asks for proof,
What starts the day as guesswork,
Goes to bed as truth…
The reputations crashdive,
Circulation climb,
And the Rumor Factory’s working overtime…
The Rumor Factory’s working overtime…
The Rumor Factory’s working overtime…