Frog-faced fascist Farage
The tinpot TikTok wannabe dictator
Squawks deport ‘em all, let God sort ‘em out
Dreams of riots, five quid flags
And mini roundabouts
Dreams of Trump-ish sanctions
And Taliban transactions
It’s mass deportation masturbation
For a nation that’s been
Squeezed, plucked
Furloughed, fucked
Despairing for an answer
But stranded with a chancer
In stockbroker tweed
When what they need
Is far less greed
From those that have it all already
Such as him
We bow to the crown upon his head
While he picks the pockets of the dead
From Morecambe Bay to Pentire Head
If there’s no kin or will to be read
He’ll pick your pocket when you’re dead
Bona vacantia the paper said
It should’ve gone to charity instead
But we bow to the crown upon his head
And he picks the pockets of the dead
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats get fatter and you don’t matter
To the bosses the bankers and the billionaires
Fat cats get fatter
They’re talking ‘bout the price of gas
They say handouts are kinda crass
The sinking ship’s still fulla rats
Who like to think they’re friends with cats
(While)
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats get fatter and you don’t matter
To the bosses the bankers and the billionaires
Fat cats get fatter
They’re talking ‘bout the price of you
The pay rise that you’re due
They’re telling you to join the queue
For the credit card they overdrew
(And)
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats get fatter and you don’t matter
To the bosses the bankers and the billionaires
Fat cats get fatter
If in the morning they were all gone
Everyone would see the con
If the billionaires had upped and run
All the work would still get done
(While)
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats get fatter and you don’t matter
To the bosses the bankers and the billionaires
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats
Get fatter
Fat cats
Get fatter
Fat cats
Get fatter
Fat cats
Get fatter
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats get fatter and you don’t matter
To the bosses the bankers and the billionaires
Fat cats get fatter
They’re literally printing money (not literally)
Their uplands are always sunny
While the country descends into poverty
They’re all on fuckin’ holiday
(‘Cause)
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats get fatter and you don’t matter
To the bosses the bankers and the billionaires
The bosses the bankers and the billionaires
The bosses the bankers and the billionaires
The bosses the bankers and the billionaires
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats get fatter
Fat cats get fatter and you don’t matter
To the bosses the bankers and the billionaires
Fat cats get fatter
“We’ll make fortunes, I bet,” Capitalism said.
“Agreed,” said Greed.
“At every step there’ll be a contract to be let.”
“Let them to me,” said Greed.
“I’ve no experience of health or PPE,
But I’ll make big donation to the Tory party.”
“Let’s make a Covid killing,” Capitalism said.
And Greed agreed.
“The usual arrangement?” Capitalism said.
“Agreed,” said Greed.
“Obscure procurement rules unashamedly bent?”
“Sounds good to me,” said Greed.
“Don’t worry if we make a mess,
We’ll just make out that it was the NHS.”
“Let’s make a Covid killing,” Capitalism said.
And Greed agreed.
“They’ve already laid the ground,” Capitalism said.
“Just what we need,” said Greed.
“To make a pretty penny off a pandemic pound.”
“They’re just like me,” said Greed.
“A bag of rocks in a suit with a mop on the top
Will help make sure that we profit from the lot.”
“Let’s make a Covid killing,” Capitalism said.
And Greed agreed.
Steve White & The Protest Family 