I
first set my eyes on the European clone.
And
she wielded some powers that used to be ours
Til
we tossed them away with the Treaty of Rome.
She
is a great sponger and sure to no wonder,
Her
colleagues are all just the same.
They
all wield those powers that used to be ours
Before
we got timid and tame.
It’s
hard to describe them without being rude,
Red
tape is the product they freely extrude,
By
the edicts they issue fair trade is afflicted
And
poor nations’ prospects severely restricted.
On
the fat of the land lives the Eurocrat Band
And
the Gravy train runs at full steam.
Not
for them the poor food of an African’s bread.
The
Clones live on the honey and cream.
They
can only be sacked for blowing the gaff
And
telling the world the accounts are
naff.
But
they regulate this then subsidise that
The
handouts they hand out are financed by VAT.
Where
Hitler has failed, the Clones have prevailed
With
the help of our legislators
By
these deeds of disgrace our MPs have lost face
And
can only be thought of as TRAITORS
They
seek to enslave us (ONLY UKIP CAN SAVE US)
It’s
all a set part of the Eurocrats aim.
They
are parasites ALL and they’ve got us in thrall
And
don’t know the meaning of SHAME.
The
Clones, we abhor them, we didn’t vote for them
If
they think they are wanted the answer is NO!
But
due to their muscles in Strasbourg and BRUSSELS
They
thrive, they thrive-O.
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