All In It Together

O the chancellor of the exchequer Seems to think that we’re all Boris Becker And under the bed of which little is said A big bag of cash and there’s more in the shed Does he live on a different planet Is his brain made of marble or granite He’s not said it yet, but it’s a sure bet He’ll follow the lead of Marie Antoinette If the price of our milk is insane He’ll say we should all drink champagne He’ll then stipulate, for sanity’s sake, If bread’s too expensive, why don’t we eat cake I phoned him and told him we’ll be skint forever And then he said this, which he thought was quite clever We could help ourselves out by quite an amount And take some cash from our Mumbai bank account