Credit Crunch Times

Me pay cheque is wounded, they gave it the axe And these vampire politicians have drained 20% tax Credit cards are all crunched to the max Bailiffs keep knocking, won’t cut me some slack Dam credit crunch has hit me hard We scraping dad’s toes to use as lard Granddad’s pluckin and a pickin’ the banjo with his teeth Humming “I’m sure there’s some chicken in between these strings or underneath To travel the bus is £1.20; it used to be a pound There no such thing as free sex around I ask the misses give me some; even she bleeds me pocket like a bloodhound What’s wrong with the world it’s turning into a credit crunch breeding ground? I whispering don’t make waves and they water skiing trying to make me drown Can’t smoke Can’t poke This is a joke I’m sure all of this of just a hoax Well I have to go it time to munch We having mama’s toe nails for lunch