He said "those god damn Pakistanis and their goddamn corner shops
Built a shop on every corner took our British workers jobs"
He said "those god damn Chinese and their goddamn china shops"
I told him they're from Vietnam but he doesn't give a toss
I ask him what was there before that damn Japan mans shop
He looks at me and dreams a scene of British workers jobs
Of full time full employment before the godamn boats all came
Where everybody went to work full time, four weeks, every day
"A British Business stood there first" he claims "before the Irish came"
Now British people lost their jobs and bloody Turkish, they're to blame"
I ask him how he knows that fact he said because it's true
I ask him how he knows that fact he says he read it in the news
"Every time a Somalian comes here they take a job from us"
"The mathematics one for one, from us to them it just adds up"
He bites his cake, he sips his brew and says again he knows this plot
"The god damn Carribeans came and now good folk here don't have jobs"
I ask him what was there before the god damn Persian curtain shop
I show him architectures plans of empty god damn plots of land
I show him the historic maps A bit of sand, a barren land
There was no god damn shop before the Pakistani came and planned
Man, I am sick of crappy mathematics Cos I love a bit of sums
I spent three years into economics And I geek out over calculus
And when I meet these paper claims
That one of every new that came Takes away ones daily wage
I desperately want to scream "Your math is stuck in primary!"
Cos some who comes here also spend
And some who come here also lend
And some who comes here also tend
To set up work which employs them
And all your balance sheets and trends they work with numbers not with men
And all this god damn heated talk Ignores the trade the Polish brought
Ignores the men they gave work to Not plumbing jobs but further too
Ignores the guys they buy stock from Accountants, builders, on and on
And I know it's nice to have someone To blame our lack of jobs upon
But immigration's not that plain Despite the sums inside your brain
As one for one, as him or you As if he goes, they'd employ you
Cos sometimes one that comes makes two
And sometimes one can add three more
And sometimes two times two is much much more than four
And most times immigrants bring more
Than minuses.