1. |
Ban It
02:10
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Ban it from the streets of London
Barcelona, Santiago, Hong Kong
I wonder to myself
Will life ever be sane again
After another general election
I wonder to myself
What hope for the Brexiteers
Are gammon and pineapple safe here
What do the papers say?
Will they love me today?
No, they're murdering meat and me now
Don't they know I'm a sacred cow
I wonder to myself
Burn down the media
Fuck the blessed Guardian
Because their columnists constantly
Say nothing to me about my life
Fuck the blessed Guardian
Because the columnists they constantly
Just slag me off when they can now
In the provincial towns that I gig 'round
Fuck The Guardian, Fuck The Guardian, Fuck The Guardian
Fuck The Guardian, Fuck The Guardian, Fuck The Guardian
Fuck The Guardian, Fuck The Guardian, Fuck The Guardian
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2. |
Technology Lessons
00:56
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Your mattress will monitor your nightmares
Your fridges will beep for more cheese
We'll be culled by pink-eyed terminators
And limbless chickens will run free
You'll see
It's the future according to me
I can give
Technology lessons right in your home
Technology lessons close to the bone
Pounding away, pounding away
Connectivity
Technology lessons for free
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3. |
What A State
00:26
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Everybody's arguing about a date
The 12th or 9th - is it too late?
But nobody wants candidates at their door
We've had them so many times before
And every time the government wins
And it's always a government we hate
So we might as well have anarchy
Cos we're in such a fucking state
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4. |
Boris In Scotland
03:03
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Boris in Scotland
When will we hear those boos again?
If you care so much then
Why not stay and pretend
You're drinking whisky
Oh, your grasp of detail
And soaring oratory
Is just like Churchill
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5. |
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I get so drunk I don't know who I'm voting for
I'm plastered in the polling booth and pissing on the floor
I appreciate it's probably against electoral law
But I get so drunk I don't know who I'm voting for
There's a blue one and a red one and a yellow one as well
I think there is an orange and a purple? Who can tell?
Whoever gets my cross it's just a case of sheer blind chance
It's a wonder I don't turn up in my underpants
Why can't you be like me?
Why can't we all agree?
Why don't you hate who I hate,
Vote for the wasted party
Have the Russian cyber hacks put bugs in Labour's bacon rolls?
Who the hell let Swinson near the graphs and near the polls
Who put the radge in Nigel Farage? Show Boris the back door
I get so drunk I don't know who I'm voting for
I just don't bloody care
I've had enough I swear
I'll vote for anyone
Who gets along with Eddie Mair
Why don't you all bog off?
Especially that toff
You're a nasty piece of work aren't you?
Where's that woman with the cough?
That one who was stable and strong
And that David Cameron
I've got to see a man about a pig
Hold my beer, son
I just don't give a toss
Who gets my bleeding cross
Who are the raving loony party these days?
Is it Bros?
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6. |
The Moocher
01:15
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Folks here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher,
She's got a wheelbarrow, she met a butcher,
"Hi Boris, you alright?"
"I'm good, how are you?"
"I'm bitchin'"
I'm alright thank you
I'm not very happy about talking to you
So if you don't mind I'll just mooch on with what I'm doing
(If you don't mind I'll mooch on)
Cos you've not helped us up to the present day
(you've not helped us, move along)
You've took your time, Boris
Yeah, where have you been?
(Where have you been?)
Well, we've been on it around the clock
Is there anything in particular that you'd like us to do?
No thank you
Nope
You've got everything you need then?
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7. |
Great Little Britain
02:21
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"We went to bed as Great Britain and woke up as Little Britain"
Britain, Britain, Britain...
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8. |
Oligarchy In The UK
03:20
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To the right. Now.
I am an onanist
I have a supple wrist
I know what I want,
I know how to get it
Want to destroy
And Get Brexit done
Cos I wanna be oligarchy
My dog's Dylin!
Oligarchy in the UK
It's coming quite soon
Or maybe
It's already here, we're living in fear
My future dream is a spending spree
Cos I wanna be oligarchy
In this city
There are many ways to act like a cunt
Cos I wanna be oligarchy
It's the only way to be.
Calling the DUP
Shaking the magic money tree
Name your price,and it shall be
Shut up the SNP
You're not even a country
Another English region, see?
I wanna be oligarchy
And I wanna be oligarchy
And I wanna be oligarchy
And I wanna be onanist
Get pissed
Destroy!
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9. |
Relate
01:30
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How can you relate to working class people throughout the country?
Relate, he can't do it
When he's asked to go do it
Relate, he can't do it
To the working class
Relate, can you do it?
When you wanna suck to it
Relate, can you do it?
To the working scum?
You shoot off in the right direction
You burble, gurgle interventions
Like a gremlin it seems
Jenny screams
Oh just fuck off (take that back)
Fuck off (take that back)
Fuck off Boris with those coffee beans (A Cafetiere!)
kiss kiss
Relate...
Scum...
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10. |
Jellyfish Johnson
01:33
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For a while, the BBC knew what to do
Setting up an interview
With Andrew Neil on their side
We thought we knew what was true
For a while, we paid no mind
to the conspiracy theories we'd find,
Then you went full tonto
Something happened along the way
Sturgeon and Corbyn got slagged
But Jellyfish Johnson wriggled out of it, eh?
It's pitiful, obvious and sad
But, oh, look - Boris has made a scone
What the hell are you on?
How far up his arse are you stuck?
Jellyfish Johnson has made a scone
And you're creaming your pants, it's wrong
BBC - get ti fuck
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11. |
Talented Coloured People
02:36
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Take a picaninnie
And a watermelon
With a touch of blue blood
And you got the kind of immigrant the Tory Boys like
They love a bit of Latin rhetoric
Imperial not metric, yeah
You know you lump it all together
And you got a recipe for an empire scene
Oh what a Brexit dream
If it could only come true, you know, you know
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the tories,
What, what, what
And keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
And turn out talented coloured people by the score
We got the mainstream media bias
And dirty little liars
Working class tory pariahs
And apparently it matters what religion you choose
Be thankful you are not disabled
Cos then we'll really be distasteful
We'll cut your money cos it's wasteful
We think that you don't understand just what your money means
I think I'll lie to the queen
It' s only fair that she tows the line, you know,
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough, big enough. big enough to take the tories,
What, what, what
And keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
And then just turn off the gas and walk right out the door
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12. |
The Book Of Jenny Says
03:07
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Jenny says
You know that I've been nothing but loyal
Faithful, supportive and a true confidante of yours
I've kept your secrets and I've been your friend
Kelly says
God that was crazy wasn't it?
What's the point?...
I'm gonna watch Arcuri fly
Over the telly
I don't like Piers Morgan but I
Like Lorraine Kelly
She's the Queen of Dundee
She even beat HMRC
Jenny says
And I don't understand why you've blocked me
And ignored me as if I was some fleeting one night stand
Or some girl that you picked up at a bar
Because I wasn't
And you know that
Kelly says...
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13. |
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Laura got a tory nut, she bought him for a line
Peston had another one, he paid for all the time
She put a lie on the internet, she made it all up
While another guy asked Boris to look at a photograph
'You've put my phone in your pocket, Prime Minister'
'You've put my phone in your pocket,' it isn't sinister
Oh no
Laura, can you add an extra spin?
I say Laura, to put the blame on Corbyn
I say Laura, fact check your messages
I say Laura, they're nationalising sausages
Now lemme get this straight
You put a lie on the internet, you made it all up
Or did you get a tip off from Matt Hancock?
'You've put my phone in your pocket, Prime Minister'
'You've put my phone in your pocket,' it isn't sinister
Oh no
Laura, can you add an extra spin?
I say Laura, to put the blame on Corbyn
I say Laura, fact check your messages
I say Laura, they're nationalising sausages
You put a lie on the internet, you and Peston together
Put a lie on the internet and you'll feel better
Put a lie on the internet, drink a bot up
Put a lie on the internet and call it journalism
Woo-oo-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Woo-oo-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Woo-oo-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh Laura
You just make things up
Then you say sources, Laura
Sources, Laura
Wild sources
Your senior sources
Laura waiting on her mobile phone
Laura waiting for the phone to ring
Oh Laura
There's been a punch up
Make sure you punch down, Laura
Punch down, Laura
Punch down
There's been a punch up
Laura tweeting from her mobile phone
Laura waiting for the phone to ring
"Hello, Dom here
Here's the party line, dear
Just say grim encounter"
Oh Laura (Boris here)
You made me stand up
You made me sit down, Laura
Sit down, Laura
Sit down
You make me stand up
Laura I'd stand in Gateshead for you
Oh my love that I own
Oh my love that I own
Laura waiting on her mobile phone
Laura waiting for the phone to ring
Oh Laura
Oh Laura
Oh Laura
Oh Laura
Laura I love you
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14. |
Get This Done
01:20
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We're rolling off a cliff
So let's get it over quick
Get this done and move on, move on
We'll be smashed and bloodied
But able to carry on
Eh?
You give me the creeps
When you constantly repeat
Get this done and move on, move on
You need to stop this death wish
Not blindly go along
As if we could just say, That's it done, let's walk away
And get on with something else, like increasing our wealth
Now even James Blunt - he's pitiful
He's pitiful it's true (it's twoo)
Stuff your soundbite
I think I can smell shite
Get this done and move on, move on
I think Raab's got rabies
He's foaming at the mouth, the mouth
He's foaming at the mouth
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15. |
Get John Donne
02:16
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Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises?
But who takes off his eye from a comet, when that breaks out?
Who bends not his ear to any bell, which upon any occasion rings?
But who can remove it from that bell,
Which is passing a piece of himself out of this world?
No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as if a manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
We're
We're
We're We're We're
Working up a plan
So that people can
Bung a bob for a Big Ben Bong
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16. |
Get It Up Ye
01:17
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Isn't it ironic that the Conservatives are now saying
You should have voted for our crap deal
And no luck we've made the deal even crappier
So get it up ye!
Does that not sum it right up?
My Honourable Friend has a very delicate use of phrase
If you want it, here it is
Get it up ye!
You should have voted for our crap deal
Now we've made it even crappier
So get it up ye, know your place and kneel
Does that not sum it right up?
My Honourable Friend
We'll just walk away from your insular country
Get it up ye!
If you want it, here it is
Get it up ye!
We'll take the future, you can have the past
We'll take the future, you can have the past
You'd better hurry cos it may not last
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