C5             C5           A5        C5
Someone's hiding in the bushes with a telephoto lens
            F5      E5                D5                 G5
While their editor assures them , the means justify the ends
           C5         C5                  A5          C5
Because we only hunt celebrities and it's all a bit of fun
        F5            G5       C5
But the Scousers never buy the Sun

C5 , C5 , C5

And the parents of the missing girl cling desperately to hope
While a copper takes improper payments in a big brown envelope
And nobody in the newsroom asks where this information's from
But the Scousers never buy the Sun

C5
        F5                               C5
        Tabloids make their money betting bullshit baffles brains
                 D5                      G5
        And they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains
                 F5                             E5               A5
        And they say "Well, we're just giving the people what they want"
                      G5                             G5
        Well they're crying out for justice, people crying out for justice

             (Same structure throughout the rest of the song.)

And the man they call "The Digger" casts a proprietary eye
Over what goes on in the gutter and what happens in the Sky
And he claims he's fit and proper and the watchdog sings his song
But the Scousers never buy the Sun

International executives they hang their heads in shame
Tell us with their hands on hearts that the paperboy's to blame
But everyone who loves that kiss'n'tell, you must share the blame as well
But the Scousers never buy the Sun

        Tabloids making millions betting bullshit baffles brains
        And they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains
        And just say "Well, we're just giving the people what they want"
        Well they're crying out for justice, people crying out for justice

In the corridors of power they all sit down to sup
with the devil and his minions and they for his opinions
But the politicians wring their hands and say "What's to be done?"
But the Scousers never buy the Sun

Well no-one comes out well when all is said and done
But the Scousers never buy the Sun