Rat Run Rishi’s put his foot to the floor Rat Run Rishi loves the motorist more Low traffic neighbourhoods, he doesn’t think we should He’s bringing high traffic back to the neighbourhood Where we’ve got shit in the water, grit in the air We’ve got the top down, got the wind in our hair The freedom of the highway, the myth that sells you cars While the freedom of the skies is his, not ours ‘Cause Rishi’s commute is in a luxury chopper Not in the morning rush like your average shopper Meanwhile in the countryside, his kids breathe clean, fresh air He’s on the side of motorists, Rishi doesn’t care
Leyton Orient’s house band Steve White and the Protest Family, truly radical folk with fire in their souls … deliver the goods with Trickledown Town, a ranting, dancing howl of rage at the state of the Tory nation…The royal family get nailed, the “anti-woke” right-wing media get nailed and a host of downtrodden characters get upbeat support.
What I do like though are the punchy and vibrant Dead End Friends and the crackling Supersonic, which is no relation to the Oasis song of the same title; but I think Noel wishes he could still write a song as insightful as this is.
He was a broker, not a banker Now the bank thinks he’s a wanker (An easy rhyme, from time to time Is not a crime, if so inclined) But don’t shower them with applause When they also bank the Ingram-Moores Who used the Captain Tom Foundation To fund their own recreation And tried to build a swimming pool Not a hospital or school ‘Til subject to overwhelming Social media ridicule But to the case in hand Bank-less racist Brexit man Who’s crying, woe is me The wokerati, I’m cancelled see ‘Cause there’s reputational damage To be linked with folk like Farage*
Nigel ain’t politically exposed Nigel’s cash is just a little indisposed Nigel went and got his account closed Cause Nigel’s running out of money
Nigel ain’t a victim of persecution He’s just having issues with his contribution Nigel’s pile’s suffering from diminution Seems Nigel’s running out of money
Nigel ain’t a martyr he’s just a bit skint If you wanna bank at Coutts you’d better have a mint Nigel, it seems didn’t wanna take the hint That Nigel’s running out of money
Now wait for Nigel to pull a Yaxley-Lennon They’re picking on me, is what he’s gonna tell ‘em So please send cash and excuse the indiscretion Cause Nigel’s running out of money