I’m so tired of all the whingeing
From the bleeding hearts brigade
From the moaners and remoaners
On their pointless sad crusade.
They whinge about low pay
They whinge about high rent
They whinge about inequality
They’re just stirring up discontent.
The rich man in his castle
The poor man at the gate
It’s been this way forever
Don’t try to mess with fate.
Don’t languish in the slow lane
Take the fast track to success
Let money be your one true god
Get ahead of all the rest.
Get on the housing ladder
Join the ownership elite
Life’s a postcode lottery
Stand on your own two feet.
The NHS is on its knees
Go private – it makes sense.
Why wait to see a doctor –
It’s well worth the expense.
Let’s cut right back on foreign aid
We can’t feed the global poor.
That charity begins at home
Is an unwritten law.
Beware you freedom lovers
They want to tax us to the hilt.
When you rail against public spending
They just play upon your guilt.
Love thy neighbour, Jesus said
Out of love for all humanity
But when needs must, my advice would be
Turn a blind eye to Christianity.
