Corbyn is a pudding and the PM is a turkey
The railways are in chaos and the banks are rather murky
But at least it’s Christmas and we’re buying piles of tat
Oh Jesus Christ, what d’ya think of that?
Corbyn is a fruitcake, Theresa is a stick,
The high street’s for the high jump and the NHS is
sick
But at least it’s Christmas with our faces in our
phones
Oh Jesus can you please control those drones.
May is a bit racist, Corbyn’s a bit slow
The environment is knackered and we ain't had any snow
Theresa gave us Windrush and the nasty ‘go home’ van
Jesus help us, Jeremy Corbyn still thinks he’s our man.
Jezz cannot articulate and May don’t give a shit
Brexit is Apocalypse and we are all bound by it
There is no Great Escape; there is only Die Hard 4
Oh Jesus Christ I can’t take any more.
There is no leadership, there is no opposition
Nobody is driving so we can’t change our position
How did we get to such a state, we didn’t think it through
Its Christmas once again lord but
It’s now to do with you…
MERRY CHRISTMAS
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