I can’t hear your words, your words of spite ‘cos they’re muffled by the tea and the Vegemite
bring out the tea and the crockery
cut yourself a slice of hypocrisy
Anarchy in the UK, coming to a tea room any day
Bankers try to nick my ham
Politicians want a taste of the jam
All around there is scum in the gutter
The only thing you can rely on… is Country Life butter!
Country Life, you spread it with a knife
a knife on the bread
has killed punk dead!
Country Life you spread it with a knife
a knife on the bread
has stabbed punk in the head!
Now you’re a ghost!
And punk is toast!
(da Dandelion Mind)
Ta ta!
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