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The country’s broke, but we don't care; There's opportunity out there For the savvy billionaire. But not for you, mate, not for you. There is no deal, but what the hell? For our gang things are going swell; We have high-margin stocks to sell. But you don't, mate, you don't. Chaos reigns, but we won't worry. We shift fortunes in a hurry; Buy up mansions down in Surrey. But you won't, mate, you won't. Cliff edge? We take it in our stride. We pick advisers trained to hide Our dodgy money on the side. But you can’t, mate, you can’t. Our stooges in the gutter press, Who helped to bring about this mess, Will benefit from our largesse. Unlike you, mate, unlike you. The well-placed Lord, the Eton boy, Are weapons which we will deploy To keep at bay the hoi polloi. That means you, mate; that means you.
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
It's our Brexit, mate
The country’s broke, but we don't care; There's opportunity out there For the savvy billionaire. But not for you, mate, not for you. There is no deal, but what the hell? For our gang things are going swell; We have high-margin stocks to sell. But you don't, mate, you don't. Chaos reigns, but we won't worry. We shift fortunes in a hurry; Buy up mansions down in Surrey. But you won't, mate, you won't. Cliff edge? We take it in our stride. We pick advisers trained to hide Our dodgy money on the side. But you can’t, mate, you can’t. Our stooges in the gutter press, Who helped to bring about this mess, Will benefit from our largesse. Unlike you, mate, unlike you. The well-placed Lord, the Eton boy, Are weapons which we will deploy To keep at bay the hoi polloi. That means you, mate; that means you.
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
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