Ha! I wrote these lyrics on a bus. That's why the title is hilarious. Pretty standard holier-than-thou, green, Tory-bashing stuff but practice makes perfect, innit.
Why are you driving your two tonnes of metal
Down flat concrete runways they paved over petals
To transport your offspring the two hundred metres
You measure in paedos instead of in litres?
And why are you flying your family away from
These rolling green fields that your kids could have played on?
Oh! Were you converted, and now do you pray,
At the altar of Hammond, of Clarkson and May?
Do you scream to the sky that the world has gone mad?
And does peer-reviewed science make your thick heart sad?
Are the mathematicians a dangerous cult?
Do you take their equations with six grammes of salt?
Are your prim, prickish politics "power to persons"?
Do you feel that, since Maggie left, all things have worsened?
If so, I guess now your fat face holds a grin
For the Etonian cunts that your ilk voted in.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you're happy.
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