Year Zero Uk Style

They’re not coming here to nurse us Because of the approaching Brexit day But it doesn’t really matter because There’s no money for treatment anyway. After buying planes for the carrier And replacing the Trident deterrent, That’s a great big whack Of our taxes spent: Then there’s repairs to Buck House, Cash for our own dear Queen, Westminster Palace renovated To smarten the Parliamentary scene, Tax cuts and perks For the very wealthy, Just no money left For the poor and unhealthy. If they were patriotic They would understand why It’s in the National interest They just crawl off to die. So long as we’ve enough To provide a Servant class We really don’t need A a larger proletarian mass. Large profits coming From our new railway track And with Brexit looming nearer We’ll soon have our Country back. We can look forward To a future bright and new With our nice passports Coloured nicely Tory blue. The possibilities are intriguing When we go our own way Great Britain once again All Hail Brexit Day. If prosperity is slow to come There’s no need to wait Our little offshore island Can become fifty first state, With a capital renamed Trumpton, Farage as the puppet head Not God Save The Queen Just Stars And Stripes instead. Pull up the drawbridge Turn the clock back to zero Fiddle while Rome burns With our modern Tory Neros Written over two years ago Enough to make one swear and curse Really hard to credit but Unbelievably things have got worse