Cockney Brexit Knees Up

 

Back to the Troubles with the old backstop
And cry boys cry
Don’t let your joy and laughter put you off
Why oh why oh why
What’s the use of good friday
It never was worthwhile
So back to the troubles with the old backstop
And cry, cry, cry

I’m looking over at Michael Gove
And I wish that my eyes would melt
First it was Johnson, with lies on a bus
Then it was Davis and his grinning pus

There’s no need explaining
No-one’s remaining all the cards have been dealt
I’m looking over at Michael Gove
And I wish my eyes would melt

Boiled beef on pallets
Boiled beef on pallets
That’s the stuff for your Brexit fare
You’ll get your chips from a carpenter
Don’t live like vegetarians
On aubergines and carrots
Blow out your kite from morn’ till night
On boiled beef on pallets

Run Dominic Raab, run, run, run
Run Raab, run Raab, run, run, run
Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the people’s gun
Run Raab, run Raab, run, run, run

Run Tommy, run Tommy Robinson
Run Tommy, run Tommy Robinson
Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the people’s gun
Run Tommy, run Tommy Robinson

Treeza May said follow article 50
And don’t dilly dally on the way
Over the cliff now it’s all been triggered
Off went the leavers – they cheered and sniggered
And they dillied and dallied
Dallied and dillied
Lost the plot and don’t know what to say
What is the point in kicking the can further
What’s the point of Treeza May?

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