Standard (EADGBE)

 Someone's hiding in the bushes with a telephoto lens

 While their editor assures them, the means justify the ends

 Because we only hunt celebrities and it's all a bit of fun

 But the Scousers never buy the Sun

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

  Tabloids make their money betting bullshit baffles brains

  And they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains

  And they say "Well, we're just giving the people what they want"

  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