They say the playing fields of Eton

Have given this nation so very much:

This current set of mental inbreeds

Who’ve lost the common touch?

 

They’ve taxed our beer, cigs and patties,

Expect us all to work some years longer

All in the cause and the name of making

Both us and the nation that much stronger.

They’re the one nation Tories;

Say we’re all in this together

But it seems it’s just thee and me at the

Bottom who are facing stormy weather.

 

For when daddy’s a millionaire

And you are in your own right

Whether to eat or pay your bills

Won’t cause a sleepless night.

What causes to me despair is

When you look at the other lot

It just seems to me they all

Piddle in the same damned pot.

 

So play Rule Britannia

And hum Yankee Doodle,

 Dash to and fro across the Atlantic

In the role of America’s pet poodle.