Mmm ..... Now that my hedge fund’s based offshore
Lots more money than before
Droits de seigneur on my estate
That cottage with a squeaky gate
That means a spot of guilt free sin
Those serfs will have to let me in
A free shag and a mess of pottage
They’re gagging for it in that cottage!
Horses’ hooves and knacker meat
There’s lots of food for them to eat!
You wouldn’t see their stunted forms
Tucked up in bed in Eton dorms
What a shame that family
Will soon be downsized by TB
I said those words ironically
I learned from Jimmy Carr you see!
Oh tax ... you have a point my man
On that, I have a cunning plan
We won’t need it anymore
To fund the lifestyles of the poor
The NHS, the BBC
Will be consigned to history
Rights and benefits, the lot
All that Commie tommy rot
Spotless whites and country wickets
The hangman’s noose, children with rickets
Scottish moors and well-hung pheasants
Hunting with compliant peasants
All this
opportunity
Will come to us now we are free
Tug the forelock bend the knee
It’s swedes for you and steak for me
