(after Horace, Epode VII, Quo, quo, scelesti ruitis?)
Well, I tell you what, Neville Chamberlain was right.
What was the point, we were at peace?
There were enough of our lads killed in the first bloody lot,
(my own dad included),
without any of us having to risk our necks.
And what have we got out of it?
I’ll tell you what we’ve got, bloody rationing, that’s what!
A job for life my arse!
We’re being starved by our own Government,
still, what can we expect now Winston’s back?
Bet the Germans are laughing their caps off at us.
Even wild dogs protect their own;
but not us British – we do for ourselves –
the little man counts for nowt here.
Don’t know why you all look so shocked,
you know it’s true.
Come on tell me, what’s Churchill done for you?
four of you here have lost younger brothers.
Someone needs to knock the bloody Bulldog’s teeth out
before our kids end up in the same mess.