Price Tag

[Intro] I don't think so mun- did... budget I don't think much of Osborne's new budget I don't think... uhm, can't say it [Verse 1] I know we don't have many golden nuggets but still You've buggered up the budget and will Cause old people to snuff it, their heating bill Too high and they're dying 'cause they need their pills And not knowing if you'll live until tomorrow Is a bitter pill to swallow The promises that you've fulfilled are hollow Why are the poor, young, old and the needy Repaying the bills that the greedy have borrowed? Whether you lean to the left, or Whether you lean to the right, I Believe we can all agree that something's not quite right [Chorus 1] I've got a feeling in my tummy tummy tummy That there's people going hungry unneededly Now I don't want to play the blame game, but If I have to I will name names And I don't want to play the blame game, but If I have to I will name names, 'cause While there's people shouting mayday, their Bloody Bankers think it's payday [Verse 2] Hey No admission from the coalition, no contrition The decisions that they've laid out have made Great Britain different The change they've saved is a pittance In the face of the waste that's ingrained in the system The way that they're shitting on us, taking the piss It is as if there is a plague in the cistern, it's sickening While we sit in front of Strictly They're finishing us fiscally with strychnine Do you think the children of Milton Keynes give a fuck Whether you follow Milton or Keynes' economics? Still you cleaned everybody's wallet out So we're asking for the cash back, we want it now [Chorus 2] I'm not trying to be funny funny funny I'm just worried about money money money Now I don't want to play the blame game, but If I have to I will name names And I'm not trying to be funny funny funny I'm just worried about money money money Now I don't want to play the blame game, but If I have to I will name names [Verse 3] Mr. Cameron reckons we're in it together Yeah, except the ministers with cheddar and the sinners in the City Sometimes I like to try and show off writing really cleverly So apologies for the following extended silly simile: The rioters'll never be as quiet as a feather Freely flying through the heavens in the sky and gently settling Upon the ground, sometimes I wander round And wonder how my town could have become so bloody run down You're giving us the runaround Pushing some of us underground I hear a thumping sound But it's not a drum, it's crowds Of British citizens who wish they'd never given you The power that you now are using to give them the finger [Chorus 3] My usual disposition's sunny sunny sunny But I'm worried about money money money Now I don't want to play the blame game, but If I have to I will name names, 'cause It's been shown by many studies studies studies You need an investment of public money money To encourage spending and thus induce Confidence in the market, an economic boost [Verse 4] Actually you could snatch a leaf from Clement Attlee He did the opposite of you and it happened fantastically We narrowly escaped catastrophe 'til Mrs. Thatcher undid it dastardly No amnesty on bankers' salaries Putting the lad or lass that needs it at last and least That's not the path that leads to everlasting peace So cut it out and bring back the beat [Chorus 4] I'm not trying to be funny funny funny I'm just worried about money money money Now I don't want to play the blame game, but If I have to I will name names, 'cause It's like a game of rugby rugby The more you try the more that you get muddy muddy It's like a game of rugby The more you try the more you get covered in shit [Outro] Oh, the more you try The more you try The more you get covered in shit Power to the people!