Enda
never came to fix my door.
Enda
never came to sweep my floor.
He spends his time
in the fecking Dáil
And doesn’t look
after me at all.
Enda
doesn’t care if I sink or swim.
There’s a man at
the door who is quite a dote:
“What do I get, if
you get my vote?”
They
talk about money and they talk about law.
All
day long they go jaw, jaw, jaw.
They love to argue
and disagree:
What have they
ever done for me?
What
have they done for Ireland’s youth?
They’ve
done feck all, and that’s the truth.
They hang around
with nothing to do:
They might as well
be monkeys in the zoo.
We
got to get rid of all them up there.
We
need a government that will really care:
Look after the
people; give us more dole,
Return the money
the bankers stole.
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