Brescape (To the tune of the Piña Colada Song)
I was tired of my lady, forty years is too long Like a bunch of bananas, her curves were all wrong So while she lay there sleepin’ I read The Mail in bed And in the front page headlines, there was this story I read
If you like cheap English Lager and queueing up for the train If you’re not into Euros, if you have half a brain If you like partying at midnight, on the graves of the dead You might get cancer if you do that! Vote for me now instead
I didn’t think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean But me and my old lady had fallen into the same old dull routine So I heeded the paper, and opted for something mad And thought I’d get to drink Möet, but that’s French so I’m sad
Yes I like cheap English Lager and queueing up for the train I’m not into the health service, I am into my pain I don’t believe in Global Warming now; I don’t like this red tape I’m gonna go to McDonalds where I’ll plan our Brescape
So I waited with high hopes and she walked in the place I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face It was my own lovely lady and I said, “oh, it’s EU.” Then we laughed for a moment and I said, “I never knew.”
That you like cheap English Lager and queueing up for the train And the quotas in the ocean and the taste of champagne If you negotiate till midnight, see we’re nearly the same You’re the lady I’ve looked for, come with me and #Remain