Two Pints Of Lager And A Scotch Egg, Please
Two pints of lager and a scotch egg, please Two pints of lager and a scotch egg, please I’ll have two pints of lager and a scotch egg, please I’ll have some pickled onions…
Two pints of lager and a scotch egg, please Two pints of lager and a scotch egg, please I’ll have two pints of lager and a scotch egg, please I’ll have some pickled onions…
The 31st of October That’s when it will be all over, yes it will That’ll be the day the UK dies I am Boris Johnson’s son Never heard nothin’ but bad things about him…
Nobody wants lockdowns And to see the damage they do But if you want that dream to come true As quickly as it can come true Then you have to take the vaccine When…
Pfizer Mommy kissing Santa Claus Between his elbow and his upper arm There’s a vaccine going round Are you listening Ian Brown? Your anti vax conspiracies Just make you look a clown Pfizer mommy…
Here come old bawjaws with another catchphrase More verbal diaorhhea, more drooling mayonaise Grab a cliché from the ashtray Pretend that you care Bumble like a womble And ruffle your hair It’ll be normal…
The latest (last?) Supertrump album is out now, featuring a whole host of Doxy’s final best bits from the Daily Reckless. Trailer here: Track listing: Stupidology Is This Like Flu? Hydroxychloroquine Disinfectant Inferno Person, Woman,…
Look at her smirk, look at her sigh Insincerity in her eyes Hooray went the Henrys, giving it big licks She’s our nanny and dominatrix Hear them shout, hear them roar Let’s form a…
We were stuck together At Covidmas ho ho There was nothing on telly I dug out the video You scumbag, you maggot, you’ve taped over Taggart* Merry Christmas your arse, I’ve taped over the…
We’re forever forming baubles Bloody hell, what next, eh? I’m level 3 You are level 4 So I cannot travel to see you no more The rules are always changing Are the pubs open…
I’m a containable bam I’m Post Capitalism I drive a Peugeot 206 Cos it’s good for politics You can’t fool the children of the devolution We’re gonna have our sexy socialism revolution Despite The Mail…