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.
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
Donny got fired and Donny didn’t like it Donny was so mad that he organised a riot Donny stole secrets and kept them in the toilet And Donny says he wants the job again
Donny got arrested and said he didn’t do it Donny says politically they’re out to misconstrue it Reading secrets in the khazi there’s no better place to do it And Donny says he wants the job again
Here it is, the bad apple defence A line they all pursue It’s alright round here really It’s just a bad apple or two
It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples
It’s just the way things are done round here We turn a blind eye, we cock a deaf ear We reap what we sow We let the bad apples grow
It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples
It ain’t everybody But the rules are very clear You never saw the bully And there’s banter you don’t hear
It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples
It ain’t everybody Just the facts that all folk know It’s the way we do things round here We just let bad apples grow
It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples It’s alright round here, just a few bad apples
