From best for Britain.
"Not content to dole out treats to the highest income brackets, the Chancellor also made sure to name whom he has identified as the culprits behind Britain’s economic malaise: part-time workers on benefits.
Choosing to ignore the fact that such part-time workers are predominantly single parents, disabled people and unpaid carers, he
announced sweeping cuts to their benefits should they choose not to shirk the responsibilities that allow them to work only part-time and take on more hours. At last, the downtrodden financiers have a lifeline, while the fat cats of the working poor will pay up."
Sing along, finger up yer arse and follow the bouncing ball.
She was poor but she was honest
Victim of the Colonel’s whim
First he wooed her then seduced her
And she had a child by him.
It’s the same the whole world over
Isn’t it a bleedin’ shame?!?
It’s the rich what gets the pleasure
And the poor what gets the blame.
Then she went away to London
For to hide her grief and shame
But she met an army captain
And she lost her name again
It’s the same the whole world over
Isn’t it a bleedin’ shame?!?
It’s the rich what gets the pleasure
And the poor what gets the blame.
In the little country cottage
Where her saddened parents live
Though they drink the fizz she sends ‘em
Yet they never can forgive.
It’s the same the whole world over
Isn’t it a bleedin’ shame?!?
It’s the rich what gets the pleasure
And the poor what gets the blame.
Now she’s standing in the gutter
Selling matches a penny a box
While he’s riding in his carriage
With an awful dose of pox
It’s the same the whole world over
Isn’t it a bleedin’ shame?!?
It’s the rich what gets the pleasure
And the poor what gets the blame.
See him in a grand theater
Eating chocolate in the pit
While the poor girl what he ruined
Wanders round through mud and ****
It’s the same the whole world over
Isn’t it a bleedin’ shame?!?
It’s the rich what gets the pleasure
And the poor what gets the blame.
See him in the House of Commons
Making laws to put down crime
While the victim of his passion
Slinks around to hide her shime
It’s the same the whole world over
Isn’t it a bleedin’ shame?!?
It’s the rich what gets the pleasure
And the poor what gets the blame.
Now she’s livin’ in the cottage
But she very rarely smiles
And her only occupation
Is cracking ice for grandad’s piles.