Our favourite singer, Stella, has been branching out. She’s just sent us her first ever protest song and it’s a belter. It’s all about unemployment and Government cuts. Watch out Billy Bragg… Stella’s coming.
Tumble outta bed,
I’m already in the kitchen,
Fleas in my bedsit got my face itchin,
Scratchin’, bleedin’, can’t believe my life.
Unemployed six months,
So I had to downgrade.
All the banks foreclose,
When you aint getting paid,
And all you’ve got to show’s a P-45.
My P-45,
After 20 years of service,
My P-45,
And I swear I don’t deserve this.
My P-45,
Now I’m counting on the Tories,
I’m sure they can’t be as bad as all the stories.
Benefits,
Have now got all my focus.
You would think that this,
Is a fairly simple process.
Now I need some help,
But the council just won’t give it,
My one room pit costs too much for their budget.
Government job,
Not too much tension,
Government cuts,
Took away my pension.
And now they’re gonna take my hovel away.
In the same bin as a lot of my friends,
Hardly any jobs,
Will this ever end?
Or will I be stuck on
60 quid a week until my dying day?
My P-45,
My home town’s out of my price range.
My P-45,
So they’ve moved me out to near Staines.
My P-45,
For my public sector service,
I’m getting on and the future makes me nervous.
45,
And now I’m a statistic,
You would think that I,
Would be blowing up ballistic,
But I’m old and tired,
And I need to earn a living,
I’m sick to death of sat watching Loose Women.
My P-45,
After 20 years of service,
My P-45,
And I swear I don’t deserve this.
My P-45,
Now I’m counting on the Tories,
I’m sure they can’t be as bad as all the stories.
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