Brexit in America (aka The Illogical Song) by Stupor Rant
Take a look at my Brexit
It’s the only fun I’ve got
Not much of a Brexit
Sever schemes won’t get a lot
Visit Trump Bo – and his daughter
Yikes, to see a ‘Murica
He unfurls his flags in Narnia
He’s hoping we leave the EU
To ensure the NHS is through
Could we have kippers for Brexit
Plummy jeer, Plummy jeer
They’ve going to laugh at their “wrecks-it”
When Aaron Bank’s a trillionaire
Trump’s the winner, of your dinner
And he wants your other half
Your the loser, to this stoker
Who’s stoking up fears while the few
Are taking advantage of you
Bing-bing-bing-bong, bigly-bung-boo-howdy-crowds, hey
Bing-bing-bing-bong, bigly-bung-day-boo-day-now
Blah blah blah, blah-blah blah blah blah blah
Don’t need books at Trump’s world’s end (girlfriend)
Reading’s lonely, none I’ve got
Not much of a thrill then – kill men
Whenever needs to trend a lot (what’s he got? Russian bots)
Fake old Trump’s so cross his daughter
Likes the trees in ‘Murica
She sees squirrels in California
She’s hoping that they won’t burn through
But there’s not a lot she will do
Ah-ah-ah-ow, ah-ouch-um-oo-eek-oo-ee-ow, ee
Rabbits kerpow, ah-ow-um-ee-oo-ee-ow
Pray oh, May oh, Had her day oh,
Now it’s Bojo, oh no, God no
Ha ha ha, ah-ha ah ha ha ha ha ha !
(The sound of Jacob Rees-Mogg’s maniacal laughter fades into the distance as he is bundled into the back of a van in a straight jacket by the men in white coats)