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!