Inspired by the millionaires budget, I thought we should sing aloud with joy. Appropriately this goes to the tune of the "Eton Boating Song" (or, if you're an ex-rugby player, "The Sexual Life of the Camel). Anyway, here goes:
THE OSBORNE GLOATING SONG
Intro: We all love to go boating,
Boating in a punt;
And when we’re not out boating,
You’ll find us on a hunt.
From George we’ve all got a kick-back,
To “invest in the country” he said.
So we’ll all build a moat and a duck-pond
And plant an asparagus bed.
(Well, one has to be seen to be green these days, doesn’t one)
The financial pranks of George Osborne
Are stranger than you can believe.
At the end of the budgetary season
His double-speak strains to deceive.
“Like Robin Hood I’ll re-distribute
The finance to those most in need.
I’ll grease palms of those poor merchant bankers
And foster their permanent greed.”
Chorus: We all love to go boating,
Boating in a punt;
And when we’re not out boating,
You’ll find us on a hunt.
From George we’ve all got a kick-back,
To “invest in the country” he said.
So we’ll all go and buy more Beluga
And a cellar of Bolli instead.
(Well, one has to be seen to pay one’s share of alcohol tax, doesn’t one)
“But where will this money all come from?
I’m struggling to find who will pay.
I know - I’ll put taxes on pasties
On hot ones that you take away.
And as for the dear old aged,
Their allowances really should go
I’m not worried ‘cos they’re all demented
They won’t notice, they won’t really know.”
Chorus: We all love to go boating,
Boating in a punt;
And when we’re not out boating,
You’ll find us on a hunt.
From George we’ve all got a kick-back,
To “invest in the country” he said.
But we’ll move it all to Grand Cayman
Where the tax rate is nothing to dread.
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Yes we’ll move it all to Grand Cayman
Where the tax rate is nothing to dread.
(Well, one has to take care of one’s self first, doesn’t one)
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