This new song post started in June 2019, but was never published here. It’s 2025 now and I’ve restarted to work on my website, because this feels like the only place to publish my work without feeding the social media beasts. Most of my creative work never stopped, so the backlog is huge. All I promise is that I’m doing the best I can. Because I’m not good at working very focused on a single thing, my upcoming posts will be a mix of old and new creative stuff.
Song by Simon Oak about the never ending madness of Brexit and dangerous nationalist charlatans to the lovely Irish tune of The Rollicking Boys Around Tandragee as I heard it from the brilliant Daoirí Farrell.
Lyrics
Chorus after every verse:
So what will it be? Leave or Remain?
Vote with your belly and not with your brain
Jump on my unicorn up to the sky
And your problems will taste like sweet apple pie
1 I have an agenda but no need to know
Vote for me for a spectacular show
All the elites, I can guarantee
That you won’t be ignored by no one but me.
They do nothing for you and nothing for me
Just wasting our money and drinking our tea
They squabble and babble without any clue
I have been there myself, there’s nothing to do
2 It’s in German or French, Polish or Greek
When it’s in English strong accents they speak
You never know what they’re talking about
They just bully the British, we’d better be out
We have wonderful friends, some far away
Terrible neighbours who want us to stay
Because we are rich and we won the war
I am sure we don’t need them, they need us more
3 Don’t push me for details, don’t ask me how
I’ll tell you later, just follow me now
I have some effective solutions in mind
Once we’re out mister Nice Guy won’t be so kind
If you come for our jobs, our houses or more
We’ll teach you a lesson and show you the door
But every billionaire is my friend
Like the Russians and Saudis who come here to spend
4 They may call me a fascist, a racist or worse
All they are after is your little purse
The climate is changing they make you believe
But it’s nothing compared with personal grief
If your daily struggle is paying the bill
And knowing your poor old mother is ill
To get there before and after your work
Is a hell of challenge, don’t call me a jerk.
5 It’s not easy for anyone to understand
What’s going on in your own native land
So let alone what, happens abroad
Nearly everyone there I know is a fraud
Salvini of Italy he is okay,
Like Orban of Hungary, has his own way
To stop the invasion of fake refugees
By refusing to help when they drown or freeze.
6 So trust me, I’ll fight for you, you’re not alone
Follow me using your own telephone
Allow me to spy on your hobbies and skills
And I’ll send you some ads for gimmicks and pills
And in case of elections I’ll send you advice
To break the establishment at any price
Once everything’s broken I’ll step up and cheer
To create our own dictatorship here!
Skip the first half of the melody
7 I have ten verses more but I have to stop
Give some music while I take a drop
Sing me your song, be happy and dance
And chancers like me, don’t give’m a chance!
Finish uptempo lilting the tune if no musicians to do so.
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