A Right Kettle!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Keirboy, hoik your mettle up, Keirboy, hoik your kettle up,
Keirboy, hoik your metal up; we all need more pay.

BoJer’s taken it down again, BoJer’s brought it down again,
BoJer’s dropped it down again. We’re done for today.

Tories slash the NHS, Tories crash the NHS,
Tories smash the NHS and doctors fall away.

As Tory education hacks, in Tory education hacks,
through Tory education hacks they show their feet of clay.

Tory social care is last, Tory social care’s a farce,
Tory social care is past; the poor’re taxed to pay.

Toxic Tories’ Brexit lies, Brexit’s Tories’ toxic lies,
Tories’ toxic Brexit lies mean shortages each day.

Hangers-on begin to spin, hangers-on will never thin,
hangers-on begin to grin at us poor sods, their prey.

On the day they’re voted out, on the day they’re booted out,
on the day they’re clean swept out we might have a say.

Don’t let hope rise up so high, best not let your hope be high
never let your hope rise high ‘cause Starmer’s on his way.