party poopers
We are the commie party poppers
We come to poo on your party
We're going to squat over a moving fan
And fling shit on your settee
The shit will hit ev-ery corner
And drop in your champagne glass
It comes with special complimentes
From the party pooper's arse
Because the snow that you are snorting
Did not fall out of the sky
The coke that's got you cavorting
Has come from hell to make you high
It's grown by cocaine socialistas
And right-wing paramilitaries
Another campesino's shot dead
Every time that you sneeze
The white powder has now turned red
And it's trickling out your nose
A village the army shot dead
Then dressed in guerilla clothes
'Cos a bounty's not a chocolate bar
It's a FARC member's head
Some ping-pong retaliations
Another village lying dead
'Cos the journey that this coke took
To end up up our nose
It was a bloody vicious one
And now everybody knows
That this party's not a fiesta
This one's nasty and right-wing
El Presidente or Dictator
Cocaine money brings them in
So when we're over our hangover
And claim we're socialists today
There's one thing we should remember
That this cocaine was brought to you by right-wing socialist killing paramilitaries who were armed and funded by the C.I.A
We come to poo on your party
We're going to squat over a moving fan
And fling shit on your settee
The shit will hit ev-ery corner
And drop in your champagne glass
It comes with special complimentes
From the party pooper's arse
Because the snow that you are snorting
Did not fall out of the sky
The coke that's got you cavorting
Has come from hell to make you high
It's grown by cocaine socialistas
And right-wing paramilitaries
Another campesino's shot dead
Every time that you sneeze
The white powder has now turned red
And it's trickling out your nose
A village the army shot dead
Then dressed in guerilla clothes
'Cos a bounty's not a chocolate bar
It's a FARC member's head
Some ping-pong retaliations
Another village lying dead
'Cos the journey that this coke took
To end up up our nose
It was a bloody vicious one
And now everybody knows
That this party's not a fiesta
This one's nasty and right-wing
El Presidente or Dictator
Cocaine money brings them in
So when we're over our hangover
And claim we're socialists today
There's one thing we should remember
That this cocaine was brought to you by right-wing socialist killing paramilitaries who were armed and funded by the C.I.A
prime minister's speech
Now in the second term of my incumbency
I can safely unveil further hypocrisy
A year back when asked if I'd keep the NHS
I looked straight in the camera, lied, and said "Yes"
Now I'm selling it off and I know the buyer
It's the gentleman's club whose offer is higher
And for ten years now we've had the fox hunting ban
Well I'm going to repeal it - because I can
It gives me an enormous sense of satisfaction
Oh - deary me - I've got an erection
This takes me back to the Bullingdon Club
When George and Boris trashed that pub
I'm Dave - and I'm depraved
I'm Dave - and I can't be saved
I'm Dave - and I'm beyond redemption
I'm Dave - and I've won the election
My P.R team coined the term "austerity"
And each time I say it I feign sincerity
What it's actually for is to bamboozle the poor
Into willingly giving up more and more
Til they've no choice but to be wage slaves
Just look at all the money it saves!
And with the wealth we've appropriated from the plebs
I'll start up some Think Tanks headed by celebs
Like "How to keep the turkies voting for Christmas"
With a reassuring photo of Abby Titmus
And "Why you should carry on listening to me"
With baying and mooing from Jeremy C
And the money that's saved on the Welfare State
Will be redistributed - to my mates
And whilst Income Tax for the poorest will rise
Don't worry Corporations - you're my guys!
I'm Dave - and I'm depraved
I'm Dave - and I can't be saved
I'm Dave - and I'm beyond redemption
I'm Dave - and I've won the election
And though this time I may have vanquished Ed
In twenty years my voting base will all be dead
So I'd best get going whilst I can
There's still chimney sweeps and slavery to un-ban
And I've got another term in me yet
If you don't vote next time I'm what you'll get
Until my hair turns white and my jowels go saggy
And I meet my Maker - and mentor - Maggie
I can safely unveil further hypocrisy
A year back when asked if I'd keep the NHS
I looked straight in the camera, lied, and said "Yes"
Now I'm selling it off and I know the buyer
It's the gentleman's club whose offer is higher
And for ten years now we've had the fox hunting ban
Well I'm going to repeal it - because I can
It gives me an enormous sense of satisfaction
Oh - deary me - I've got an erection
This takes me back to the Bullingdon Club
When George and Boris trashed that pub
I'm Dave - and I'm depraved
I'm Dave - and I can't be saved
I'm Dave - and I'm beyond redemption
I'm Dave - and I've won the election
My P.R team coined the term "austerity"
And each time I say it I feign sincerity
What it's actually for is to bamboozle the poor
Into willingly giving up more and more
Til they've no choice but to be wage slaves
Just look at all the money it saves!
And with the wealth we've appropriated from the plebs
I'll start up some Think Tanks headed by celebs
Like "How to keep the turkies voting for Christmas"
With a reassuring photo of Abby Titmus
And "Why you should carry on listening to me"
With baying and mooing from Jeremy C
And the money that's saved on the Welfare State
Will be redistributed - to my mates
And whilst Income Tax for the poorest will rise
Don't worry Corporations - you're my guys!
I'm Dave - and I'm depraved
I'm Dave - and I can't be saved
I'm Dave - and I'm beyond redemption
I'm Dave - and I've won the election
And though this time I may have vanquished Ed
In twenty years my voting base will all be dead
So I'd best get going whilst I can
There's still chimney sweeps and slavery to un-ban
And I've got another term in me yet
If you don't vote next time I'm what you'll get
Until my hair turns white and my jowels go saggy
And I meet my Maker - and mentor - Maggie
R.evolution
I’ll tell you what i want – what i really, really want.
“Yeah, tell us what you want, what you really, really want!”
I wanna ‘uh, i wanna ‘uh, i wanna ‘uh, i wanna ’uh, i wanna really, really, really wanna zigga-zig..
REVOLUTION.
If you want a future, better let go of the past.
If you want a better world, you’d better do something fast.
I’m sorry to disappoint you but love doesn’t make itself
And you can’t buy it online now by card or in cash off the shelf.
“Revolution” looks great on a t-shirt, but what are you really doing to make it happen?
“Another world is possible” so what are you really doing to bring it on?
Are you down on the list, or just out to get pissed?
A grasping hand left empty soon turns into a fist.
Will you give me a hug when you’re not on drugs?
You call yourself a rebel so prove it – prove it – prove it!
I’ll tell you what i want, what i really, really want – i really, really, really wanna zigga-zig-revolution!
I’ll tell you what i want, what i really, really want – i really, really, really wanna zigga-zig-revolution!
I’ll tell you what i want, what i really, really want – i really, really, really, really, really want a revolution!
I’ll tell you what i want, what i really, really want.
“Yeah, tell us what you want, what you really, really want!”
A revolution! a revolution!
A revolution? A revolution?
Revolutionary car design?
Revolutionary shaving technology?
Revolutionary skincare?
A revolution in your inbox? Revolutionary new thing it’s the latest thing?
It’s truly revolutionary ... a clear revolution ... join the revolution?
We’re talking about a revolution? (boring)
Revolution (boring)
Revolution (boring)
Young man, we’ve been listening to your big words about a revolution
And we’ve heard it all before. where’s the practical solution?
And by the way sonny jim, you’d better not start inciting
Because we don’t tolerate people who encourage fighting!
(Unless they’re a democratically elected leader, obviously)
But did you really think the real revolution really needs a gun?
It’s never going to work unless we’re having fun. so...
If you work at a cash desk, take no cash – ring up the sale and give it away for free;
If you work on the transport, open the gates, give tickets away but don’t take any money;
If you work in a bank or the media, don’t go to work – have pity on the nation;
If you hate your job, quit. you’ll be fine, just use your imagination...
Spend a week with children, learn what you forgot you know,
Smile at someone you don’t fancy (maybe even say “hello”)
The revolution will not be televised so get rid of your television –
Maybe have a conversation instead
(Now that really would be a revolutionary act...)
And – mainly:
Don’t buy anything tomorrow. don’t buy anything tomorrow!
Don’t buy anything tomorrow. don’t buy anything tomorrow!
If you don’t buy anything tomorrow, then i won’t buy anything tomorrow, and
If i don’t buy anything tomorrow, then she won’t buy anything tomorrow, and
If she don’t buy anything tomorrow, then he won’t buy anything tomorrow, and
If we all don’t buy anything tomorrow
Evolution's going to come tomorrow.
“Yeah, tell us what you want, what you really, really want!”
I wanna ‘uh, i wanna ‘uh, i wanna ‘uh, i wanna ’uh, i wanna really, really, really wanna zigga-zig..
REVOLUTION.
If you want a future, better let go of the past.
If you want a better world, you’d better do something fast.
I’m sorry to disappoint you but love doesn’t make itself
And you can’t buy it online now by card or in cash off the shelf.
“Revolution” looks great on a t-shirt, but what are you really doing to make it happen?
“Another world is possible” so what are you really doing to bring it on?
Are you down on the list, or just out to get pissed?
A grasping hand left empty soon turns into a fist.
Will you give me a hug when you’re not on drugs?
You call yourself a rebel so prove it – prove it – prove it!
I’ll tell you what i want, what i really, really want – i really, really, really wanna zigga-zig-revolution!
I’ll tell you what i want, what i really, really want – i really, really, really wanna zigga-zig-revolution!
I’ll tell you what i want, what i really, really want – i really, really, really, really, really want a revolution!
I’ll tell you what i want, what i really, really want.
“Yeah, tell us what you want, what you really, really want!”
A revolution! a revolution!
A revolution? A revolution?
Revolutionary car design?
Revolutionary shaving technology?
Revolutionary skincare?
A revolution in your inbox? Revolutionary new thing it’s the latest thing?
It’s truly revolutionary ... a clear revolution ... join the revolution?
We’re talking about a revolution? (boring)
Revolution (boring)
Revolution (boring)
Young man, we’ve been listening to your big words about a revolution
And we’ve heard it all before. where’s the practical solution?
And by the way sonny jim, you’d better not start inciting
Because we don’t tolerate people who encourage fighting!
(Unless they’re a democratically elected leader, obviously)
But did you really think the real revolution really needs a gun?
It’s never going to work unless we’re having fun. so...
If you work at a cash desk, take no cash – ring up the sale and give it away for free;
If you work on the transport, open the gates, give tickets away but don’t take any money;
If you work in a bank or the media, don’t go to work – have pity on the nation;
If you hate your job, quit. you’ll be fine, just use your imagination...
Spend a week with children, learn what you forgot you know,
Smile at someone you don’t fancy (maybe even say “hello”)
The revolution will not be televised so get rid of your television –
Maybe have a conversation instead
(Now that really would be a revolutionary act...)
And – mainly:
Don’t buy anything tomorrow. don’t buy anything tomorrow!
Don’t buy anything tomorrow. don’t buy anything tomorrow!
If you don’t buy anything tomorrow, then i won’t buy anything tomorrow, and
If i don’t buy anything tomorrow, then she won’t buy anything tomorrow, and
If she don’t buy anything tomorrow, then he won’t buy anything tomorrow, and
If we all don’t buy anything tomorrow
Evolution's going to come tomorrow.
sleepy
You are feeling sleepy
Emotional and weepy
You’ve been rubbing yourself again with soaps from the T.V
And you are feeling smelly
Cos an advert on the telly
Is the one that makes you thinks
That if you buy Lynx then all the girls will queue up to buy you drinks
I don’t think so
And you are felling stupid
Cos little baby Cupid
Has fired his arrow from your favourite T.V show
But he should have thrown a bone ‘cos you are all alone
And no matter how big your cock you just can’t fock a box
Bababababababaaaaaaaaabaaaaaaaaa
Bababababababaaaaaaaaabaaaaaaaaa
Bababababababaaaaaaaaabaaaaaaaaa
You’re not listening to what I’m saying
Your brain is slowly decaying
And your mouth is starting to froth
So please turn off your T.V
Emotional and weepy
You’ve been rubbing yourself again with soaps from the T.V
And you are feeling smelly
Cos an advert on the telly
Is the one that makes you thinks
That if you buy Lynx then all the girls will queue up to buy you drinks
I don’t think so
And you are felling stupid
Cos little baby Cupid
Has fired his arrow from your favourite T.V show
But he should have thrown a bone ‘cos you are all alone
And no matter how big your cock you just can’t fock a box
Bababababababaaaaaaaaabaaaaaaaaa
Bababababababaaaaaaaaabaaaaaaaaa
Bababababababaaaaaaaaabaaaaaaaaa
You’re not listening to what I’m saying
Your brain is slowly decaying
And your mouth is starting to froth
So please turn off your T.V