Artist: Peter Hammill
Song Title: Jargon King
He prescribes the subject
He proscribes outsiders
His terms have a golden ring.
He wants to find some order

Quantifying chaos
In words that all the children sing.
He tabulates the lexicon
Vocabulary minimised

Bow down to the Jargon King.
All questions become so simple
If we eat the inane answer
If we all agree to ju-ju speak

We fit into the formula
We all without exception
Approve the rule.
We don't understand

He must be clever
He must be clever
He must be right
He must be right

We don't understand
Closed the ranks and barricades
Imposed the secret language
Complexity all catch-phrased

Word-drugged any anguish
Pigeon-holed allusions
Shut the vault behind us
It's an obvious conclusion

We'll be the chattels of His Highness.
Bow down to the Jargon King
And his minion code-words.
Here comes the reign