He said "those god damn Pakistanis <br/>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 <i>knows</i> 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.