If Cameron came to my house I'd ask him in for tea

I’d say that I am honoured that he would talk to me.

We'd talk over some tea and toast, I’d ask the burning question,

About his parties complex plans to win the next election

 

And if he started chatting on or tried to sell me short,

I’d quickly counter his reply with a well thought out retort.

 

If Cameron came to my house we'd talk about pollution,

We'd talk about the banks, the war and Scottish devolution,

 

About the coalition,

About the national debt

About his side kick Mr Clegg and how we won't forget,

The cuts to Bevan's NHS, health, army and police

Then take a break for youtube clips of uprisings in Greece.

 

If Cameron came to my house for a candid little meeting

The reception would be chilly I cant afford the heating,

He'll never live in my shoes not even for a minute

For a start I'm only in an eight I doubt that he'd fit in it.

 

No

 

If Cameron came to my house I'd take the twat to task

And ask the probing questions that you might like to ask.

I couldn't shake his icy hand

I wouldn't 'call' him twat,

A cunt, a fuck, a bastard or anything like that.

 

If Cameron came to my house, although composed and quite polite,

I’d try to make it clear I think that he talks shite.

 

If Cameron came to my house we'd sit and I’d be calm

While trying to resist the urge to break the fuckers arms

 

So David....

 

Rest assured that my house is in a cul-de-sac

you can always make a U turn and find a safe way back,

To Westminster, 10, Downing Street the hub of British power

Where I guarantee no fucker works for six nineteen an hour