Global warming is a farce –
It isn’t for the working class.
Invented by the chattering classes
Who sit all day upon their ar..es
And having nothing better to do
Discuss the fate of me and you.
As, weary in body and worried in mind
We continue with our daily grind.
Twice a year on hols they go –
Once to sun and once to snow
While we work ourselves into the ground
Our hopes still falling with the pound.
We take our holiday in UK –
Where is this warming anyway?
The long hot summers I recall
Aint happened since the kids were small.
All our lives we work and pray
We’ll be alright on pension day.
Fifty years of work and pain
Not much sun and tons of rain.
And here at last’s my pension letter –
But things are getting worse, not better.
We watch them give our cash away
To those who never had to pay.
They’re fleecing us to death no doubt –
What can we do? We can’t get out.
My body longs for warmth and heat
A regular heatwave would be sweet
So bring it on and make it quick
These moaning minnies make me sick.
So if it means a long hot Summer
This Global Warming’s NOT a bum..r!