In days of old when knights were bold
They'd joust and cry "Have a you!"
Machine gun hoods, to grab the goods,
Routinely rat-a-tat you.
The PLO will strike a blow
And blithely Arafat you
And even cows, between the ploughs,
When stressed might well cowpat you.
The cricket pitch can be a bitch
When dark-skinned chaps 'owzat you
While Russian crooks, to cook the books,
Expertly laundromat you!
Sarajevo's no place to go:
Warlords Serbo-Croat you
And at Oxbridge they'll drop a fridge
From spires to exeat you.
For any thug might pull the rug
To anonymously splat you
While all your kin would give their skin
To requiescat you
And some bent Ron in Babylon
Still yearns to ziggurat you
Or random kids, now on the skids
Will simply copycat you.
Yet not one dares, despite hard stares,
TO TAKE ON CHURCHILL'S STATUE
CHURCHILL'S STATUE CHURCHILL'S STATUE
TO TAKE ON CHURCHILL'S STATUE
Everything's hateful, so just be grateful
We'll jerk your leash and pat you
And let you see how we stay free:
IT'S DOWN TO CHURCHILL'S STATUE!
CHURCHILL'S STATUE CHURCHILL'S STATUE
DOWN TO CHURCHILL'S STATUE!
And should you doubt this truth, you lout.
Your family will rat you
And firing squads will sort you sods
AT THE BASE OF CHURCHILL'S STATUE
CHURCHILL'S STATUE CHURCHILL'S STATUE
AT THE BASE OF CHURCHILL'S STATUE