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I can’t get enough vilification
I can’t slag off enough this great nation
Vilify, vilify, vilify, vilify
I can’t get enough, I can’t get enough
Well Rishi wants to Prevent
Any criticism of the government
He’s just a poor millionaire
When he sits upon a chair
His feet dangle in mid air
I can’t get enough, oh, no, no, no, hey, hey, hey
That’s what I say
I can’t get enough vilification
I can’t wait for deradicalisation
Vilify, vilify, vilify, vilify
I can’t get enough, I can’t get enough
When I’m watchin’ my TV
And this man comes on and shows me
Just how white his shirt can be
But he don’t talk like a human, I’d like to see him
Deradicalise me
I can’t get enough, oh, no, no, no, hey, hey, hey
That’s what I say
I can’t get enough vilification
I can’t wait for deradicalisation
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Mhairi Black
02:26
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There is a new MP and her name’s Mhairi Black
She’s gone to Westmonster now there’s no turning back
Paisley and South Renfrewshire are so proud of her
Because she got rid of Douglas Alexander
No more will parliamentary language be RP
They did not foresee the rise of the SNP
If you look hard enough into the setting sun
Mhairi will laugh in the face of David Cameron
I see a black door with a 10 on Downing Street
I see some millionaires press Ctrl Alt Delete
I see Mhairi walk through the door with her degree
Which she’s still studying for unlike Jim Murphy
I see a line of coke go up George Osborne’s nose
I see a young girl shout The Emperor has no clothes
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
They’re called shy Tories, more like shite bags I would say
I want to see the Commons painted black, black as night, black as coal
And Rupert’s Sun blotted out. And Sky.
Mhairi, Mhairi, Mhairi, Mhairi Black.
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Sychofantile
01:02
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Sycophantic and infantile
That’s the state of the British Isles
Home of the shitfaced and shipwrecked
Don’t panic, just genuflect
Don’t panic, just genuflect
Never mind reality
Celebrate the pageantry
Just pretend it’s all OK
Sycofantile in the UK
Sycofantile in the UK
Fawn and grovel all of the day
Fawn and grovel all of the day
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Live With It
01:41
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I got nasty habits, it comes with the job
I get to be mean when I want to
I’m a lazy slob
Yah my donors keep me wealthy
And help me out this mess
I’ve changed my mind so many times
Learn to live with it plebs
Come on now, people
Back on your heads in the shit
Come on now, covid
Don’t you want to live with it?
And New Zealand thinks it’s meaningless
To say you gotta learn to live with it
Don’cha think we need more empty platitudes?
It is what it is
I’ve got a scare of whorebrained children
They’re all locked in the nursery
I got Carrie in bed and a useless cabinet
They’re so 19th century
Come on now, people
Back on your heads in the shit
Come on now, covid
Don’t you want to live with it?
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High Horses
03:04
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Watching poor tories
Suffer again
Now they’ve decided
That they are in pain
False victimhood babies
Say they can’t admit
They are conservative
Without taking a hit
On their High horses
Getting carried away
High, high horses
They’ll fall off them some day
They control the media
Westminster too
Still they cry ‘Bullying!’
Boo hoo hoo hoo
Self-righteous dullards
Crying in their Chablis
Won’t somebody listen?
Set these poor souls free
High horses
Getting carried away
High, high horses
They’ll fall off them some day
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It's Not Rock n Roll
01:24
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Not Moving On
01:34
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You ask us to lay off the heat on the man you love
You tell us you’ve got a plan, well that’s a laugh
Oh who are you to tell us what to do?
That’s up to us, yes, our ‘loved ones’ too
You better move on
Well I know you can shut up Whitty and Vallance on a whim
But I believe you’re sheltering under Dom’s wing
Still you beg us to set him free
But my friend, that will never be
We’re not moving on
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Lightweight Blues
02:58
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Wadin’ through the waste of Westminster
And there’s not a friend to help you through
Douglas, dry your eyes – they won’t save yer
Drop your friends and start to sing the blues
Thank you for your oil, Caledonia
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
Thank you for the whisky for our parties
Thank you for your servile attitude
So come on, come on down to Westminster
Jacob Rees Mogg begs you
Come on, Douglas Ross, you got it in ya
We’ve got to scrape the shit right off their shoes
So come on, come on down to Westminster
Come on, ya lightweight, we want you
Come on, Douglas Ross, you got it in ya
We’ve got to scrape the shit right off our shoes
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Now Is Not The Time
01:42
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We were on the cliff edge and Theresa May says
Rollover
Willie, Ruth and Kez, Theresa May sez
Rollover
So they all rolled over but Nicola said No
So Theresa May said
Now is not the time, naw it’s no
Now is not the time, naw it’s no
Here’s Tank Girl and Fluffy
They know what to say
They’ll do what mummy says (Mummy says you’re bad),
Do what mummy says (Mummy says you’re no getting out to play),
Do what mummy says – Mummy May
Now is not the time, naw it’s no
Now is not the time, eat your cereal
Now Willie and Kezia
Are inclined to agree
They’ll do what mummy says too (it’s not fair!),
Do what mummy says (Know your place),
Do what mummy says – Mummy May
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There's No Press Here
01:23
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I saw him today in a hospital
Being told he had wrecked the NHS
By a man who accused him of deception
But he just lied to him and said there are no press
This cunt always gets what he wants
This cunt always gets what he wants
This cunt always gets what he wants
And if he doesn’t, he’ll try
To lie, lie, lie
“There’s no press here.”
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Ava Mhairi Ah!
02:08
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I’ll pledge allegiance to the Queen
For the purposes of the job
Or swear on the life of my Auntie Jean
I cannae just shut ma gob
I’ll cross my fingers as I speak
Cos that makes it OK
Nick some chips, I’m here all week
Then back to Paisley
I didnae get chucked oot
I didnae get chucked oot
I didnae get chucked oot
I didnae get chucked oot – yet
It’s time to get down and dirty
With the SNP
Waiting to be section thirtied
Waiting to be free
So if you’re feeling down or listless
Or if you have the fear
Have yourself a Mhairi Christmas
And a happy new year
I’m dreaming of a Mhairi Black Christmas
Buy my Christmas album!
Sex! Politics! Sausage Rolls!
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Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of mirth and taste
I've been around for long, long years
50, in fact, and another eight
I was around when Tony Blair
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Cameron
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I started the Daily Reckless
When I saw it was a time for a change
Wrote a song every single day
And Scotland screamed in vain
I wrote a show
For the Fringe, don't you know
Featured on TV
And the radio
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I've worked with Stewart Lee
And Armando Iannucci
And for one decade
On the stand-up stage
I shouted out
As The Sensational
Alex Salmond Band
Up and down the land
My pedigree speaks for itself
I even wrote for Grant Stott, right?
I was called the silver-haired troubadour
By the Evening News one night
In 2016
I was number one
In the BBC's
Week in Politics chart
I'm Throbbing Thistle
And They Might Be Gannets, sir
The Artist Formerly Known As Tinsel
And Black Paternoster
In the year 2011
I was Fife Comedian Of The Year
My album Bam Glam's been nominated
For Scottish Album Of The Year
So if you need me, I've loads of CDs
And some mp3s all over the place
YouTube - over two million hits
And a song every week day
Pleased to meet you
If you haven't guessed my name
It's Tommy Mackay
Dailyreckless.com
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Flights of fantasy from your plush upholstered settee
Talking to some rich folk that you know
On the GBeebies, spewing conspiracies
Let your hair down and candy floss beard grow
Take them down little Neilie take them down
I know you think you're the King of the Underground
Saying woke-a-nauts are using death spaniels
Ear flapping woke-a-nauts in space
Woke-a-nauts cancelling Christmas
And woke-a-nauts just laughing in your face
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