A two grand hat made out of bears
Is what the British foot guard wears
It’s stupid, cruel, just not funny
And a massive waste of money
While Rachel says we can’t afford
For winter fuel to be restored
And Auntie freezes in her flat
The guardsman wears a two grand hat
A two grand hat made out of bears
Hunted, shot and trapped in snares
Stupid, cruel and just not funny
And makes guards faint when it gets sunny
Cold pensioners applauding
A pay rise for His Majesty
Smoke outdoor cigarettes
Where their local used to be
They share their coughs with cows
Busy trampling the corpses
Of a million culled badgers
Who never were their causes
The Britpop feelgood factor’s
Now a website bound to crash
Get your tits out rock ‘n’ roll
Is waiting for your cash
Where is the joy, they ask
Of booting out the Tories
It’s just a different face
On the same old hard luck stories
Steve White & The Protest Family 