Psychotically wired
\nWith an unfeeling air
\nUKIP and the Tories
\nThey are everywhere
\nThey want the hounds barking
\nThe horses in flight
\nThey want badgers culled
\nIn the dead of the night<\/p>\n
They want foxes chased
\nAnd torn into strips
\nThey want deers a running
\nOn prejudiced trips
\nIt’s The Lord and the master
\nThe tunics of red
\nRun down the peasants
\nThe gaffer it’s said<\/p>\n
The plough man the hobnail
\nThe gals in the street
\nThe primitive classes
\nThat so feel the heat
\nThose sat in front of the
\nOf the massive TV
\nWith a tankard of lager
\nAnd chips on their knee<\/p>\n
Toffs from the unreal world
\nSomewhere below
\nWhere a pure silver spoon in the mouth
\nHas to go
\nA fat light blue tie
\nBought From Savile Row
\nAnd it’s to the tack room
\nThat you have to go<\/p>\n
A gardener and chauffeur
\nFoie gras with tea
\nLet’s go to the pub
\nCome on come with me
\nLet’s chase a few Hares
\nLet’s bag a few trout
\nLet’s chase a few foxes
\nAround a bout<\/p>\n
UKIP and the light blues
\nAre soulless and grey
\nThey walk and they talk
\nIn their back slapping way
\nThey visit the stables
\nAnd drink Noilly Prat
\nDrive a bottle green Jag
\nAnd act like a star<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Psychotically wired With an unfeeling air UKIP and the Tories They are everywhere They want the hounds barking The horses in flight They want badgers culled In the dead of the night They want foxes chased And torn into strips … Continue reading