There was a big numpty frae Fife,
Who brought to the country much strife,
The people said ‘Go’,
But Gordon said ‘No’,
I’m your Dear Leader for life.

His colleagues in turn stuck the knife in,
Not for our good; for their own skin,
Now fifteen percent,
For a party so bent,
Means the people deserve an election.

Of the General type we require,
To consign ZaNuLab to the fire,
That they no more will reign,
To cause so much pain,
And inflict on us all of their ire.

Traitors are selling us out without blinking,
Many still vote the same way without thinking,
The people must wake,
And see what’s at stake,
Or Britain will never stop sinking.

The global elites want a One World State,
‘Environment’ issues and ‘peace’ are the bait,
To give up our land,
To this Satanic band,
Who don’t have an interest in Britain being Great.

Let’s fight for this country, it’s OURS don’t you know?
Our fathers shed blood that our children might grow,
With honour and pride,
And with God on their side,
To never surrender these Islands to foes.