A quick song about benefit cuts, unemployment… and the government’s tendency to do really silly things to the people who need the most help.
Song: P-45
Music credit: Dolly Parton
Tumble outta bed
I’m already in the kitchen
Fleas in my bedsit got my face itchin
Scratchin’, bleedin’, can’t believe my life
Unemployed six months
So I had to downgrade
All the banks foreclose
When you aint getting paid
And all you’ve got to show’s a P-45
My P-45
After 20 years of service
My P-45
And I swear I don’t deserve this
My P-45
Now I’m counting on the Tories
I’m sure they can’t be as bad as all the stories
Benefits
Have now got all my focus
You would think that this
Is a fairly simple process
Now I need some help
But the council just won’t give it
My one room pit costs too much for their budget
Government job
Not too much tension
Government cuts
Took away my pension
And now they’re gonna take my hovel away
In the same bin as a lot of my friends
Hardly any jobs
Will this ever end?
Or will I be stuck on
60 quid a week until my dying day?
My P-45
My home town’s out of my price range
My P-45
So they’ve moved me out to near Staines
My P-45
For my public sector service
I’m getting on and the future makes me nervous
45
And now I’m a statistic
You would think that I
Would be blowing up ballistic
But I’m old and tired
And I need to earn a living
I’m sick to death of sat watching Loose Women
My P-45
After 20 years of service
My P-45
And I swear I don’t deserve this
My P-45
Now I’m counting on the Tories
I’m sure they can’t be as bad as all the stories
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