Randy Andy
he did say quite contrary
to the plebs of wailing baying mob
naff off you ranks of lame unwashed
I may be down and out over and cancelled
but I still dress better than you
I still eat caviar and lobster thermidor
I still drink the finest wines from Chrystal glasses
I still sleep on four poster bed with luxurious Egyptian cotton bed linens
I still have Rolls Royces and grand limousines in my garages
I still have, contrary to your beliefs, more readies at Coutts than I'll ever need
and I have the trust and allegiance of the classy mother of my sprogs
and most important of all
I do not spend my time hating and trolling any body
most especially a mob of pleb loonies and anodyne outdated Bolsheviks
naff off merrily to your workhouses and picket lines
go pick on the darkies, the immigrants and the foreigners
those are the ones, you bunch of lowlifes focus on
as brunt's of your pathetic insignificance
Put that in your ****-pipes and choke on it,
Randy Andy, he did say, and not quite contrary