They’ve made me lose my job: what rot
Oh the rank indignity
Sajid Javid who is he?
How dare he dish the dirt on me
I said to him just wait and see
The plebs’ attention span is short
All they want is fags and sport
Give it a week, or maybe two
And they’ll have over things to do
But no, he wouldn’t wait a bit
He’s stitched me up that little git
I said to him, what’s all this for?
We’ve heard this bolshie talk before
All that ghastly tenant power
We tarted up their sodding tower
Sprinklers and a fire test!
They’ll be wanting gold bars next!
Designer labels, super cars
Fine cuisine and cocktail bars
They are plebs, why should they be
Living in royal K and C?
Lazy beggars on the lam
Send them up to Birmingham!
I was at the Treasury
And Cambridge University
You don’t get to the PM’s door
By wasting money on the poor
So why all the sodding fuss?
More for them means less for us
I need my rural liberty
And life in Surrey don’t come free
Ski-ing is my favourite sport
The shares this year are falling short
That’s why I did it with no thought
The cladding? Use the cheaper sort
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