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Happy Christmas Mr Cameron
Happy Christmas Mr Cameron.
Happy Christmas Mr Cameron
Ye merry gentlemen, good rest.
Your good message of austerity
Sees no feathers from your nest!
Glad tidings of great joy you say,
Whilst storing earthly treasure.
Keeping watch night by night
And throttling our good pleasure.
Gifts of gold and frankincense
Are bought before a king.
The gold instead, lines your bed
As all your members sing.
No well! no well! the nation cries!
The economy is groaning.
Under starry skies a new pay rise!!
And deaf ears to our moaning!
See him a lying, no grain of truth
Our voice a silent night.
Unto us mince pies to swallow the lies,
No saviour for our plight!
A feast for Steven, side plate for Clegg
We look out from drafty stable.
Our hungry tums looking for crumbs,
From beneath your laden table.
Seasons greetings from your friends the Whigs
As you sit in David’s city,
We’ll dine with the swine and a bottle of wine
Cuz you’re making our lives so …….(Pretty?)
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