The moon shone bright, the frost was cruel He lived a good league hence But here to gather winter fuel Lest he should burn the forest fence
When Wenceslas he did espy And cried out Sire, why walk you by And no longer bring me pine logs hither Ye, who would bless the poor A Christian man, good and sure Whose allowance he’s content to wither
Wenceslas, full of grace Struck the peasant in the face Then struck again as he lay prone Admonishing, leave me alone
Therefore, English men be sure Without rank possessing Question Wenceslas’s care And you’ll receive his blessing
In the New Austerity Inn Where the beer tastes of poverty and spin Rachel plays a tiny violin (Singing) You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it
In the New Austerity Inn Where old folk aspire for a warm around the fire Rachel leads the budget choir (Singing) You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it
In the New Austerity Inn The New Austerity Inn In the New Austerity Inn The New Austerity Inn
In the New Austerity Inn The guvnor’s got a new suit, new tie, new boots He says everything’s reduced (But) You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it
In the New Austerity Inn The New Austerity Inn In the New Austerity Inn The New Austerity Inn
It was just like this with George in charge A bloke at the bar says he voted Farage And Rachel shouts “Now we’re in charge” In the New Austerity Inn The New Austerity Inn In the New Austerity Inn The New Austerity Inn (And) You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it You can’t have it if you can’t afford it We can’t have it if they can’t afford it We can’t have it if they can’t afford it We can’t have it if they can’t afford it We can’t have it if they can’t afford it
Tina believed the Big Lie Now Tina’s gonna have to let time go by ‘Cause Tina broke in to the voting machine To try to prove that Donald’s hands were clean But Donald’s hands are dirty as hell Now Tina’s hands are dirty as well Now Tina’s gonna have to let time go by ‘Cause Tina believed the Big Lie….(and My Pillow Guy)
Tina and My Pillow Guy Tina and My Pillow Guy (and the Big Lie) Tina and My Pillow Guy Will have to say goodbye
Tina believed in My Pillow Guy Now Tina’s gonna have to let time go by ‘Cause Tina broke into the voting machine To try to prove that Donald’s hands were clean But Donald’s hands are dirty as hell And Mike’s hands are dirty as well Now Tina’s gonna have to let time go by ‘Cause Tina believed in My Pillow Guy
Tina and My Pillow Guy Tina and My Pillow Guy (and the Big Lie) Tina and My Pillow Guy Will have to say goodbye
Tina believed the Big Lie Now Tina’s gonna have to let time go by Tina broke into the voting machine To try to prove that Donald’s hands were clean But Donald’s hands are dirty as hell Now Tina’s hands are dirty as well And Tina’s gonna have to let time go by ‘Cause Tina believed the Big Lie
A cloth so fine I’ll weave for you The great and good can only view The likes of which you’ve never seen And best of all the suit is free
You’ll have clothes like no one else The best of everything he sells The people they will never see And best of all, the suit is free
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss Wearing the same invisible cloth
The people look, the people stare From Clacton to Trafalgar Square The people look, the people stare But they all know there’s nothing there
The bobbin span, the shuttle flew The sick, he said, have work to do The finest cloth is meant for me And best of all, the suit is free
The finest cloth on the machine Though there was nothing to be seen No marvel that his eye could see But nonetheless the suit was free
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss Meet the new boss, same as the old boss Wearing the same invisible cloth
The people look, the people stare From Clacton to Trafalgar Square The people look, the people stare But they all know there’s nothing there
Tough choices, did he have the spine To say I see no cloth so fine The cloth the great and good could see But best of all the suit was free
Tough choices, but you know the rest The cloth, he said, was of the best The cloth the great and good could see But best of all the suit was free
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss Meet the new boss, same as the old boss Meet the new boss, same as the old boss Wearing the same invisible cloth
The people look, the people stare From Clacton to Trafalgar Square The people look, the people stare But they all know there’s nothing there
The people look, the people stare From Clacton to Trafalgar Square The people look, the people stare But they all know there’s nothing there
Dickens might’ve written him The people ain’t forgiven him And here he is Large as lives Blunt as knives Doesn’t care who lives or dies Has important meetings And you’re keeping him from eating He’s only gonna give you up ‘til lunch
Dickens might’ve written him Cameron permitted him And here he is Large as death Of wicked heft Foul contempt upon his breath Too important to be here Which he’s making very clear You’ll not stop him leaving for his lunch
Dickens might’ve written him The truth has still not bitten him And here he is Large as prayers Cold as cares Dare scrutinise his affairs His shield of importance Bearing dents from this performance Looks like he’s gonna have to miss his lunch
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