Motherfunkers
Back in time to the nineteen seventies
Feel the groove feel the cosmic serenity
Getting down to this ripped off bassline
Getting high on the smell of gasoline
Let me go, let me go, let me go now
Nunchuk ninja banging on my thigh bone
It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap yeah
Too funk to duck, yeah, too funk to duck
Got my rat on, smokin' on the barbie
Got my hat on, you can't see me
As I slide by siphoning your gas tank
Cos I got no money in the funkin' bank
Politicians man, they don't have a clue
The damage that Brexit can do to you
Well I used to have a job, used to pay my dues
Now I'm drowning in debt and funkin IOUs
So I'm calling on you
Motherfunkers
Michael Gove
Boris Johnson
You motherfunkers
Two whole years of negotiation
With nothing to show to the population
David Davis didn't do a damn thing
Sat around polishing his ding-a-ling
So we left in a cloud of disgrace
Cut off our nose to spite our face
And the jobs started flooding away
I got my P45 in the post today
Get your rat on, throw it on the barbie
Turn your vat on, make some moonshine
Zero hours contract only when they need me
Picking fruit in the blazing sunshine
I had a plan gonna get into jam gonna
Exploit the trade deal we made with Guam
But the price of damsons went sky high
When the EU workers walked on by
So come on tell me why?
Motherfunkers
David Davis
Liam Fox
You motherfunkers
Sitting on an island staring at the whirlpool
Stagnant thoughts in a stagnant gene pool
No way out no there ain't no exit
Closed down the doors with their funkin Brexit
Lost my job, lost my car, lost my house yeah
Universal credit is a funkin' nightmare
Lost my wife, lost my mind, lost my will to live
I got funkin' nothing else to give
350 million pounds a week
You motherfunkers
350 million pounds a week
You lying motherfunkers
Iain and
Duncan Smith
You motherfunkers
Got my rat on, smokin' on the barbie
Got my hat on, you can't see me
As I slide by siphoning your gas tank
Cos I got no money in the funkin' bank
Politicians man, they don't have a clue
The damage that Brexit can do to you
Well I used to have a job, used to pay my dues
But Brexit's more deadly than funkin' kung fu
Tell me what do I do now? - Motherfunkers
Michael Gove, you lyin' motherfunker
Boris Johnson, you lyin'
Motherfunker
Motherfunkinfunkinfunkinfunkers
Feel the groove feel the cosmic serenity
Getting down to this ripped off bassline
Getting high on the smell of gasoline
Let me go, let me go, let me go now
Nunchuk ninja banging on my thigh bone
It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap yeah
Too funk to duck, yeah, too funk to duck
Got my rat on, smokin' on the barbie
Got my hat on, you can't see me
As I slide by siphoning your gas tank
Cos I got no money in the funkin' bank
Politicians man, they don't have a clue
The damage that Brexit can do to you
Well I used to have a job, used to pay my dues
Now I'm drowning in debt and funkin IOUs
So I'm calling on you
Motherfunkers
Michael Gove
Boris Johnson
You motherfunkers
Two whole years of negotiation
With nothing to show to the population
David Davis didn't do a damn thing
Sat around polishing his ding-a-ling
So we left in a cloud of disgrace
Cut off our nose to spite our face
And the jobs started flooding away
I got my P45 in the post today
Get your rat on, throw it on the barbie
Turn your vat on, make some moonshine
Zero hours contract only when they need me
Picking fruit in the blazing sunshine
I had a plan gonna get into jam gonna
Exploit the trade deal we made with Guam
But the price of damsons went sky high
When the EU workers walked on by
So come on tell me why?
Motherfunkers
David Davis
Liam Fox
You motherfunkers
Sitting on an island staring at the whirlpool
Stagnant thoughts in a stagnant gene pool
No way out no there ain't no exit
Closed down the doors with their funkin Brexit
Lost my job, lost my car, lost my house yeah
Universal credit is a funkin' nightmare
Lost my wife, lost my mind, lost my will to live
I got funkin' nothing else to give
350 million pounds a week
You motherfunkers
350 million pounds a week
You lying motherfunkers
Iain and
Duncan Smith
You motherfunkers
Got my rat on, smokin' on the barbie
Got my hat on, you can't see me
As I slide by siphoning your gas tank
Cos I got no money in the funkin' bank
Politicians man, they don't have a clue
The damage that Brexit can do to you
Well I used to have a job, used to pay my dues
But Brexit's more deadly than funkin' kung fu
Tell me what do I do now? - Motherfunkers
Michael Gove, you lyin' motherfunker
Boris Johnson, you lyin'
Motherfunker
Motherfunkinfunkinfunkinfunkers
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Writer(s): Dave Greaves
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