[Verse 1][Humorous, Folk style, British accent]
The Beeb's a-knockin', loud and bold,
Fifty percent more stories to be told!
But folks are hidin', lights turned low,
Hopin' the license man won't know.

[Chorus][Acoustic, sing-along]
Oh, the door stays shut, the kettle's on,
Another day, the chase goes on.
They're knockin' harder, year by year,
But all they find is doubt and fear.

[Verse 2][Narrative, slightly sarcastic]
They say it's harder now, you see,
To get a soul to answer, free.
Five years ago, it was a breeze,
Now everyone just wants some ease.

[Chorus][Acoustic, sing-along]
Oh, the door stays shut, the kettle's on,
Another day, the chase goes on.
They're knockin' harder, year by year,
But all they find is doubt and fear.

[Bridge][Spoken word, wry observation]
So we sit and watch, in shades of gray,
While license fees just melt away.
The BBC's at a loss, it's true,
What's a public service to do?

[Chorus][Acoustic, sing-along]
Oh, the door stays shut, the kettle's on,
Another day, the chase goes on.
They're knockin' harder, year by year,
But all they find is doubt and fear.

[Outro][Fading, gentle strumming]
A non-licensed chair, a silent screen,
The Beeb's frustration, yet unseen.
Knock, knock, knockin' on a closed door,
Forevermore, and evermore.