(Tune: ‘Hearts of Oak’, the march of the Royal Navy) Come cheer up my lads tis to Brexit we steer, On good Polish chips and on Heineken’s beer. Sailing along half-submerged by the wave, We’re boozing upfront on the money we’ll save. With Boris on the bridge And prosecco in the fridge The Navy is ready Steady, boys Steady! We’ll vote to secede Again and again. Get stuck in my lads the nation’s emblem is at stake. We must never let Dutch bastards steal our haddock and our hake. Turks are queuing up to come so let the people have their say For a hostile environment with kind old Mrs. May. Saudi oil in our ships Hedge-fun bullets for our men, We’ve troops at the ready Steady, boys Steady! We’ll vote to depart Again and again. We’re packing up in Brussels whoever wins the Tory row. Foreigners can sod off it’s Full English Brexit now. Cheer up my boys for Trump is with us, guys. It’s Continental friends us Football Lads despise. With Boris on the bridge And prosecco in the fridge Ryan’s aircraft are ready Steady, boys Steady! We’ll jump off the cliff Again and again. No-deal’s on the table as the Tory party splits. We’re leaving as we sing-along to Govey’s latest hits. Let’s crash out at once; we’re going to leave forthwith. We’re following the banner of our hero Duncan Smith Saudi oil in our ships Hedge-fund bullets for our men, Border Patrols are ready Steady, boys Steady! We’ll shoot us in the foot Again and again. We’re going to be living it high up on the hog With cash from the investments of Jacob Rees Mogg. We’ll take back control of the Labour black hole And dish out some stick to those scroungers on the dole. With Boris on the bridge And prosecco in the fridge French ferries are ready Steady, boys Steady! We’ll vote for our freebies Again and again. So Frogs can clear out now and the Scots can piss off too. As for the bleedin’ Irish they can sink in their own stew. Romania’s a no-brainier and the Krauts are off the chart. Spanish fishermen can stuff it for we don’t give a fart. Saudi oil in our ships Hedge-fund bullets for our men, ‘Go home!’ signs are all ready Steady, boys Steady! We’ll kick out foreign migrants Again and again. They’ve flogged the water cannon but we’ve still tricks up our sleeve For civil disobedience against those who voted ‘leave’ And Bolshie Remainers are in for a special treat: A kick right up the arse for the discredited elite. With Boris on the bridge And prosecco in the fridge Our Tasers are ready Steady, boys Steady! We’ll shoot us in the foot Once again and again. So-called experts may come, so-called experts may go, Mrs Leadsom’s common sense is all we need to know. For us a referendum is one man one vote once. Those who want a second thought are a load of Jeremy Hunts. * Saudi oil in our ships Hedge-fund bullets for our men, Lorry Parks are ready Steady, boys Steady! We’ll have our cake and eat it Again and again. Liam Fox is leading us toward the Promised Land. Remainers are just wankers who can’t even raise a stand. Citizens of Nowhere can just go and suck it up. We’re off to watch Man City in the fucking FA Cup! We’re on the ship of fools We’ve chucked out EU rules And the lifeboat’s not ready Bring back Eddie! ** He’ll print us free money Again and again. * Cockney rhyming slang for ‘runts’ or (in another context) ‘punts’ ** Eddie is Eddie George, (‘steady Eddie’) Governor of the Bank of England at the time of Black Wednesday, when the UK crashed out of the ERM.
Peter Lloyd Jones 