Goodbye 2018 as we head into a brick wall
You had the dancing skills of May
Which is no dance skills at all
Even as we die, oh the press still hold the view
It’s the will of the people
For the many not the few

And it seems to me 2018 was a fire in a skip
Floating down a flooded high street sponsored by UKIP
And the more we tried to put it out with gasoline
The more the skip picked up speed as we poured more petrol in