Idiots
Idiots!

IDIOTS

The Brits said no to Belgian domination
Flemish command of our pyjamas
We’ll bring control of fruit back to the nation
Maintain the curve of our bananas

And that is that
We’ll squash you flat

And we said no to Brussels and to aliens
Although we haven’t thought it through
Don’t want no wogs, no Walloons or Westphalians
Just plain folks like me and you

And that is that
We’ll squash you flat

Idiots here, idiots there
Idiots every bleeding where
Idiots wrong and idiots right
Will the last idiot please switch out the light?

The French eat frogs and chomp their way through snail meat
Eyetalians live upon salami
The smell’s appalling, garlic mixed with sweaty feet
Designed to send us all quite barmy

No more foreign muck
Into baked beans we will now tuck

Idiots here, idiots there
Idiots every bleeding where
Idiots wrong and idiots right
Will the last idiot please switch out the light?

So we unscrew the continental shelf
And bringing it crashing to the floor
But have no fears about our mental health
The white coat men are at the door

They’re taking us away
They’ll be right back for Mrs May

Idiots here idiots there
Idiots every bleeding where
Idiots wrong and idiots right
Will the last idiot please switch out the light?
Will the last idiot please switch out the light?


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