Business is booming
the geese are getting fat
but
don't you get your hopes up
you ain't getting none of that

you're collapsible collateral
they'll fold you on a whim
Dickens had it right
these times we're in are grim.

So
we're poaching rabbits on his Lordship's
twenty thousand acre spread
and he's being spoon fed
we're starving, half dead
not even got a bed
to go to get a rest.

I don't mind a bit of hardship
I've sailed in worse than that
but it's not fair that when we're sinking
the geese are getting fat.