Let’s All Go Down the Strand – For the Age of Brexit

One night half a dozen toffs met together in Westminster
A severing from the continent was planned
Empathy and sense were summarily banned
‘Let’s inflame irrational nationalism!
It won’t hurt us when it backfires’
Decorate a bus in lies
Lie some more when they ask why
And then dance around the union’s funeral pyre

Let’s all go down the Strand (have a banana)
Fuck nous, England
Who cares what’s on the other side, so shut down all the borders
Hang on, keep the tea and the bananas
Let’s all go down the Strand (have a banana)
Bury our heads in sand
It’s a place of national pride
Not that we’ve got much, you’ll find
But let’s all go down the Strand

Cut to three years later, and we’re still pretty jolly screwed
We’re being led by a shadowy Barney Rubble
Into an abyss of governmental trouble
We, the people, are getting very antsy, our futures aren’t looking too good
We’re tired of this same old bull
Those in power seem to pull
Distracting us with exotic yellow fruit (Oh no! It’s happening again!)

Let’s all go down the Strand (have a banana)
Fuck nous, England
Who cares what’s on the other side, so shut down all the borders
Hang on, keep the tea and the bananas
Let’s all go down the Strand (have a banana)
Bury our heads in sand
It’s a place of national pride
Not that we’ve got much, you’ll find
But let’s all go down the Strand