rock me corner shop

Sitting with Serafina watching an incomprehensible concert on the box featuring a group called Corner Shop.
The group appear to be people of a vaguely Hindu persuasion.
The Hindus are the most beautiful people on God's earth.
(Except for the Russians.)
(And the Arabs.)
(And certainly the Italians.)
(Oh and maybe the Chinese on a good day.)
But these Hindus appear to be strung out on drugs or something.
They're not looking their best.
Maybe they've just had too many late nights.
"I don't see the point of this," I murmur disconsolately.
"Just watch and be patient," says Serafina.
Then Corner Shop start to sing their famous hit.
And now I see the point.
They sing:

"We're dancing
Under the lights
Of the Financial Controller
Of a major bank.
He is the one who can give us all the money we want
To take over newspapers we know nothing about.
Brimful of parvenus on the 45
Brimful of parvenus on the 45
Yes it's brimful of parvenus on the 45
Everyone needs a billion dollar bank loan for a pillow.
Everyone needs a billion.
Everyone needs a billion dollar bank loan for a pillow.
Everyone needs a billion.
We're on the RPM. (Real P****less Munts.)
But it's perfectly acceptable
To call us ****less ****s.
We're dancing
Through our periodic purges
Of some poor newspaper
We took over to satisfy our onanistic urges
John Fry.
He is the man.
Who can bring us alive.
From the end of the dawn
And into the night
Our new CEO
I wonder how long he'll last
Before he has to go
Better make this one fast
We are the ones to put the workforces down
We are the ones who are incomparable clowns
We exist only through
Bankers subventions
We are the wankers
Who don't wanna pay pensions
You admire us
Why don't you confess
What's not to admire
About the Johnston Press
Brimful of parvenus on the 45
Brimful of parvenus on the 45
Brimful of parvenus on the 45
Everyone needs a bank loan for a pillow
Everyone needs a bank loan.
Everyone needs a bank loan for a pillow
Everyone needs a bank loan
We are worthless.
You know the ones.
Our masturbatory abilities
Bastorial clowns
can't save our share price
it keeps going down
Ooops
We've gone bust again
Maybe it's because
Of the teenagers we've hired
Or maybe it's because
The wrong people are getting fired
Brimful of parvenus on the 45
Brimful of parvenus on the 45
Brimful of parvenus on the 45
We're on the RPM..."