It’s 2021, and we’re still paying the price As once again enforcement just becomes advice We’re used to Tories doing things that really ain’t that nice But this one, I must admit, came as a surprise
‘Cos they’re shitting in the rivers and they’re shitting in the sea George Eustice reckons it’s okay, environmentally So, if you’re heading for your local spot to take a pleasant dip Remember, like the Tories it’s just full of shit
Raw sewage at the seaside isn’t very nice So, there’s a handy sign up to give you this advice You should keep your mouth and nose closed and best shut your eyes too ‘Cos your Tory MP voted for you to bathe in poo
They’re shitting in the rivers and they’re shitting in the sea They’re shitting on the likes of you and the likes of me So, if your heading for your local spot to take a pleasant dip Remember, like the Tories it’s just full of shit
In the absence of all reason they put it to the vote To throw shit into the rivers to float amongst the boats Two hundred and fifty Tories put their hands up for the right To fill your local waterway up with shite
They’re shitting in the rivers and they’re shitting in the sea They’re shitting on the likes of you and the likes of me So, if your heading for your local spot to take a pleasant dip Remember, like the Tories it’s just full of shit
She pulled him out of the river Fed him, clothed him, found him a home
Cos pulling folk out the river Is the only way she’s ever known
She pulls him out of the river And tomorrow she’ll pull him out again She pulls him out of the river But she’ll never meet the bastards That keep throwing him in
Keep throwing him in
She pulls them out of the river Without ever asking from where they’ve come
Fishing souls out the river And some days her day’s work is never done
She pulls him out of the river And tomorrow she’ll pull him out again She pulls him out of the river But she’ll never meet the bastards That keep throwing him in
Keep throwing him in
She’s fishing souls out the river Seems that’s the way it’s always been
While the soulless bastards in government Keep throwing them in
She pulls him out of the river And tomorrow she’ll pull him out again She pulls him out of the river But she’ll never meet the bastards That keep throwing him in
Keep throwing him in
She’s fishing souls out the river Seems that’s the way it’s always been While the soulless bastards in government Keep throwing us in Keep throwing us in Keep throwing us in
From Glasgow Southside to Southend West, A crusader, invader of mosques and the rest, A patriot, self-confessed, A racist, no less, self-obsessed, Contests Elections. So she can advocate, give weight And seek a mandate for her hate. Her will to aggravate and alienate Does not abate. It’s gross, The violent intolerance that she promotes, In red top quotes, One hopes Will get no votes.
I ummed and ahhhed about reviewing this one as I know a couple of the guys in the band, even played in a band with one of them, it could be a bit awks if it’s a bit of a shit show, but it wasn’t, in fact I really enjoyed it.
This sell out show doubled up as Steve’s retirement do and to my surprise, if you had a pink wristband there was a free bar, happy days. I caught the back end of the support band when I arrived and was a bit concerned that the front man only had one leg, fortunately it turned out this wasn’t the case, of their music, it sounded alright to me.
The first time I saw them and was taken by how bloody good they sounded as a band.
Tonight they sounded even better.
Before the main act came on Steve had a few tributes paid to him by his fellow fire fighters and union members. It was clear to see they had a lot of respect for him but if you know Steve, this would not come as a surprise. Then came the main attraction. The last time I saw Steve and the Protest Family was their final show before lockdown in March last year at The Birds Nest in Deptford, this was also the first time I saw them and was taken by how bloody good they sounded as a band, even with a bit of a shitty PA. Tonight they sounded even better.
The set was a mix of older material, new material and a golden oldie that goes back so far I even played on one the the many versions there are out there. The opener appears to be the standard opener as they started with it last time out, the a capella Hardworking. When I first heard this I thought it was a brave one to begin with, but in context with the rest of the set it works well and goes straight into Side Of The Fox, a ditty about the pointlessness of foxhunting (well that’s what I took from it without going into too much analysis). Keeping with the fox theme, the first newbie of the night Not That Fox, yes Lawrence Fox, an easy target for Steve to work on, and quite frankly a deserving target.
Since the last time I heard this, the Duke Of York has had a bit of a rough time of it
A couple of tunes about our glorious leader BoJo were next followed by one of the highlights of the gig, and one played last time, Air Miles Andy. Since the last time I heard this, the Duke Of York has had a bit of a rough time of it, and not even because of his overall pointlessness as a member of the Royal Family, no, as it is quire clear that he is a loathsome person who should do some jail time at his mother’s pleasure but clearly never ever will, he is a Prince after all. However I digress, if I was not mistaken the lyrics to this one had been updated.
Back in the 6 Of 8 days occasionally we would play this as an encore with Steve, but it never sounded as good as this
The first real old classic, and anybody who has been on a Sunshine Coach should know this song very well, was Brisbane Road. Back in the 6 Of 8 days occasionally we would play this as an encore with Steve, but it never sounded as good as this, and with a fair few O’s fans in attendance it was no surprise that this went down well. OK, so Tamika Mkandewire dates this song a bit, but who cares, this was definitely sing along of the night, and The Orienteer is still only a quid.
Song of the night for me was up next, Supersonic. I love the backing, it works for me, don’t know if this has been recorded, but for me this sounds like it would always work better live. Before you knew it the final song came, the closer last time out as well, God Save The Queen’s Speech. Can’t argue with that as she has a bloody enormous council house and it does need mentioning. No encore was played, but no matter, perhaps next time.
I really enjoyed the show, but what took it to another level from last time was the band sounded very tight and solid. Also, a mention in dispatches for Funky Lol’s fabulous guitar sound. I loved that scratchy high sound he had and thought it worked great with the sound of the band.
So, if you like a bit of satirical song writing performed very well indeed, you could do no worse than catching SW&TPF at a venue near you, if you happen to live North and East of the river, otherwise you may have a bit of a wait. Up the O’s
Setlist: Hardwork Side Of The Fox Not That Fox Have I Got News For You A Statue Of Boris Johnson Air Miles Andy No Pasaran In E17 Have A Word Should I Be Wearing A Mask? Brisbane Road Supersonic Han Solo The Gable God Save The Queen’s Speech
He still eats meat five days a week And runs his car on cheese and wine, Owns two hundred square miles of land And several droves of rarest swine. He’s waited on around the clock On hand and foot and royal cock, From royal shoe to royal sock And royal boxer to royal jock. He married the nation’s sweetheart Then walked his mate’s wife up the aisle, He was mates with Jimmy Savile And his brother is a paedophile.
He still eats meat five days a week And runs his car on cheese and wine, Owns homes that thousands of others live in And lets the rents just climb and climb. He’s waited on around the clock On hand and foot and royal cock, By valets who express no shock At some duties that most might knock. His brother is a paedophile His uncle was even worse, it’s said. He runs his car on cheese and wine; Like all the rest, off with his head.
It’s all going to change down at Mel Park; They haven’t done the double since ’72. Now next season’s home kit will be all black And the players will all sport beards too.
‘Cos the Taliban have bought Melchester Rovers, The Premier League said they’re fit and proper, The fans trust that they’re guaranteed results, Or Roy Race’s other foot might come a cropper.
Yes, the Taliban have bought Melchester Rovers, “It’s not a sportswash,” a spokesperson said, “To want legitimacy on primetime TV, You could have had Sports Direct instead.”
Now some of the crowd are on the pitch, Celebrating the arrival of their new owners, ‘Cos the Premier League said that they’re fit and proper And the Taliban have bought Melchester Rovers.
Today’s new word is hecatomb. He wears these words like a costume While answering the unasked question, A simple politician’s deception, A poorly executed misdirection. “I hate to break it to you, Andrew, That it does involve killing a lot of animals.” The same blithe confidence Of the grim Covid press conference. He’ll probably say “Alas,” in a minute.
Elsewhere, Loder hails the return Of a mythical 1950’s high street. A collapsing supply chain he discerns Frees a nation of shopkeepers From the shackles of the supermarkets And returns a simpler, and fictional, way of life. You sense he forgets several owners Are considerable Tory party donors.
Back to Marr, and the PM’s position: It was simply the people’s decision. The crisis in haulage Never his fault It’s the industry failing to wonder The extent of the government’s blunder. The message of this conference a very simple one They were never here to fix it, just to get it done.
He’s on pump number two with a jerry can He’s filled up the missus’ car and his work’s van He’s not panic buying, he’s a hard-working man A former bog roll billionaire
‘Cos it’s all going toilet rolls at Esso And it’s all going toilet rolls at BP “It’s bad, very bad,” says Hanna Hofer They’re queuing down the A13
He’s on pump number two with a jerry can And he’s got three full ones in the van ‘Cos last year’s lesson is this year’s plan For a bog roll billionaire
And it’s all going toilet rolls at Tesco It’s all going toilet rolls at Shell “Carry on as normal,” says Grant Shapps But he’s filling up his car as well
He’s on pump number two with a jerry can Saying “It’s not Brexit, it’s Covid, man” With the all the credibility of a sauna snowman With the bog roll billionaires
‘Cos it’s all going toilet rolls in Westminster It’s all going toilet rolls, upstairs ‘Cos a nation divided is a nation ruled By bog roll billionaires
We breathe it out, plants breathe it in, It’s the bubbles in your Tizer. Carbon dioxide, CO2, The uses might surprise ya, Like suffocating pigs and chickens Before the slaughterhouse knife, Or modified atmosphere packaging To make old leaves look nice. Spaffer’s running out of gas, Literally and metaphorically, As Uncle Sam says “Sorry, my man,” And we face a new fuel poverty. Now he ain’t got the bubbles to push lager into glasses Or the heating kind that comes from cows arses, ‘Cos the fertiliser factories get all funny When they think they won’t make any money. We breathe it out, plants breathe it in It’s the bubbles in your Stella Artois There used to be far too much of it And campaigns to give up a touch of it Now there ain’t even enough it, It’s bizarre.
There’s politics for people who do politics And politics for people who don’t do politics, And the politics for people who don’t do politics Hides behind the politics for people who do politics Who say “You all need to understand the politics” To people who say “It’s all the same, the politics” While the politics is laughing in their face, And ripping off their money to give it to their mates Who are having a great time riding rockets into space. Meanwhile, the politics for people who do politics Gets all excited by the kerfuffle Of a cabinet reshuffle, While the people who don’t do politics exclaim “It doesn’t matter they’re all the same.” And they might just have a point. Because while the people who do politics scream “Oh no, Nadine”, or even Nadhim, The politics for people who don’t do politics Has them on their knees, Fails to manage the disease, Increases taxes by degrees, Is killing off the bees, Says daft things about cheese, And wants to go to war with the Chinese. So, the people who do politics Should understand the politics for people who do politics Puts off the people who don’t do politics From the politics for people that don’t do politics That’s doing them.
