Corbyn Calling


Corbyn calling to the faraway towns
We’re wrapping Trident in an ermine gown
Corbyn calling to the underfed
Get back to the foodbanks, forget what I said
Corbyn calling, now don’t look to us
Phoney Blairmania might have bitten the dust
Corbyn calling, but we know how to spin
By listening to Dugdale and John McTernan

The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in
Meltdown expected, the marrow’s growing thin
Trident is humming, but I have no fear
‘Cause I live in London and it’s not on my river

Corbyn calling to the Labour conference
Forget it, brothers, we’re just the new cunts
Corbyn calling to the zombies of death
I tried to hold out, but don’t hold your breath
Corbyn calling, and I don’t wanna shout
But while I was talking, I saw you nodding out
Corbyn calling, see I thought I could lie
SNP bad – they don’t count in my eyes

The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in
I won’t press the button but I’m u-turning
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
‘Cause I live in London, Trident’s not on my river

Now get this

Scotland calling, yes, we were there, too
An’ you know what you said? Well, some of it was true!
Scotland calling at the top of its game
Now we can see that you’re just the same
Scotland calling
Scotland calling
You never looked so much alike alike alike alike


from the album Stramash-Ups by Tommy Mackay

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