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
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