Oh to be in England, I what I often hear,

But why would anyone want to come, when everything is dear.

I can't afford to buy the lovely daffodils,

I'm saving hard so I can pay, my ever mounting bills.

The tax is astronomical, the rates beyond relief,

I'd laugh if it was comical but I never get relief.

I'm sick and tired of scrimping, to make a decent meal,

No one stops to give a damn, as to how I really feel.

I'd like to fly over No.10, drop a load again and again,

And then perhaps they would know, what it's like in the s---t with

nowhere to go.

Its funny, and true, innit?