The shoehorn marked foreign
Boxing Matilda with
Not much to go on
As Vladimir Eatwell is
Toasting the sink
I'm in t' cleavage of rain
With the boys on the brink
While def’rence presides over
The classes will clink
How plastic and trite
Sycophantic we think
As the wig n’ the gown set
Tug off their peers
We pick up our teeth from
The blood and the beer
And the man in the fox suit
Is pissing his sides
Claims corporate constructs
Do pretty our skies
Vacant in all sense that
Nobody’s home and they’re
Pointing their best points
With fingers of foam
At the bears and the bulls game
Getting pregnant with paws
But our talons lack sharpness
With no release clause
As gaffes trill’ion penny
Fly by unchecked
We’ve damp on the walls
There out of respect
As the bricks that we throw
Only ripple the pond
We still roll out the carpets for
These budget James Bonds
In make-up that’s fulsome
And grinning like plums
So declare y’self pointless
If sat on yer bums
All waving at pictures ‘cos
There isn’t no sound
For these scarves are for tying
But not that way round
As the queuers they queue
Cos that’s all they have got
And drink down the rainbow
Piss missing the pot
As the strawberries flower
In the fields of uncouth
They sew in the labels
In the clobber of youth
And toasters post toasting
Are thrown in the bath
And we all fall on someone
Under austere attack
'Cos the blisters of kickers
Are red raw like knives
And the jack boxes clever
In these times of our lives
But the circles decrease
As you get near the front
As peace passed us last week
And chinned us the brunt
‘Cos bands are tuned auto
Any fight left absconds
We despise all their success
But still sing their songs
As the bass it gets louder
And trebles come thicker
We’re freezing to death but
Still dance in our knickers
'Cos deference paid to
Is sanity lost
Your 20p sunshine
Will headline the cost
When it suits them to sell more
We’ll lap it up quick as
Incumbents get thicker
The sicker get sick as
They bruise the accused an'
Establish who’s fault
If we paint ourselves wallflower
We comply this assault
As the 45s spinning now
Fire off like Colts
We all dance the Sham
New Tuppenny Waltz
