A little song I wrote a couple of years ago, just after the Occupy Wall Street and Occupy LSE movments. I had planned on finding a topical news comedy program to send it to but had no luck. So, a year or two late I present it now without further comment.
(To the tune of Day Trip
To Bangor)
Didn't we have a
loverly time the day we went to Wall Street
We all took a tent, and
didn't pay rent,
And stuck it to the man
as well.
Plenty of cops made
plenty of stops and one of them brought a taser.
We shouted and screamed
and poor Freddie got creamed with a thousand volts.
And over in Greece, the
bloody police, they tried to stop the rioters.
Kebabs didn't work,
they all went beserk,
'cause someone forgot
the chilli sauce.
At London St. Paul's,
they had lots of balls, 'cause half the tents were empty,
The bishop said “sure,
you can camp on our door, 'cause I'm going home.”
The bankers they say
were playing all day with everybody's money.
They fiddled the shares
With privileged airs,
And pocketed nearly a
billion each.
One day it popped but
they couldn't stop,
Just like a tube of
Pringles.
They buggered us all
And we took the fall
for their obscene greed.
Germany knew they had
it bad too, and Greece was falling over.
The whole Eurozone was
crumbling alone,
And everyone looked in
old China's direction.
Far from the east, that
mystical beast,
It looked so calm and
prosperous,
We held out our hand
and they struck up a band and they sang 'Up yours!'
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