He’s dreaming of a Blue Christmas

 

Good George Osborne now looks out

from his Autumn Statement

as we poor lie round about

starving on the pavement

brightly shines the Tory light

on the rich and famous

smiling they ignore our plight

and happily defame us

 

Hard working families come and see

the truth they will be telling

yonder peasant who is he

where and what his dwelling

to them we’re scroungers on the dole

just a bunch of losers

a crime which they no-longer thole

these benefit abusers

 

stop their cash, is what they say

beat them till they whimper

they can work for zero pay

Cameron will not dither

Ian Duncan Smith is in a rage

there is no one fonder

of cutting off the poor man’s wage

and making him much thinner

 

In these steps they are like God

they’ll hear no other voices

they’ll rid this land of all these sods

by giving them no choices

we’ll live in hell for Tory years

they’ll live the life of Reilly

the poor are here to give them cheer

at home in dear old Blighty.