Will London elect a racist mayor In Susan, who doesn’t care For carnival, says it’s hell Is anti-#BLM as well And in supporting Donald Trump Tried to give Sadiq the hump
Susan, known to opine On black folks and the cause of crime Says she will hunt down and lock up With a special team set up
Safer With Susan the tagline screams Makes you wonder from whom she means
Derek wants his country back It’ll be in the last place that he looks It won’t be on the bookshelf Nestled amongst the books Or in the cupboard under the stairs Behind the coats on hooks It won’t be in the kitchen Being hidden by the cooks It won’t be wedged in any crannies Nor in any nooks It won’t be floating in rivers Streams, canals or brooks Or up a tree, cached away By magpies, crows or rooks It won’t be missing legitimately Or stolen by some crooks Or on holiday in Israel Staying on a kibbutz It won’t be waiting patiently Or on tenterhooks It won’t be in the hunting lodge Or on the plain it overlooks It’s not hovering in helicopters Be they Sikorskies or Chinooks Or in the chicken shed Laying with the chooks Derek wants his country back He’s tearing out his hair But unfortunately for Derek It was never really there
Refugees on barges Jeering little Farages When Britannia ruled the waves James Bibby was transporting slaves Meanwhile humanitarians Are Nick Ferrari’s enemy
Refugees on prison ships Suella’s bag of cruel tricks Singing Rule Britannia Let’s make you all unhappier Somewhere there’s a statue That needs chucking in the sea
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*
Steve White & The Protest Family 