We Don’t Want You Here
The roads are paved with gold all the way
From Eastern Europe to Calais
Not the UK
Our roads are
black, tarmac and cracked
and they’re gonna stay that way.
Look, we’re just not the same, I’m guessing
You have your Eurocrisis
We have triple-dip recession
Oh and our benefits are for our benefit
The Great British shirkers, the behind-the-curtain lurkers
At 7am stay in bed, hidden from the on-the-way-to-work’ers
Also, you foreign shirkers, you less minimum wage workers
working hard for peanuts
cleaning all our toiluts
You shirkers can’t take our work cos
there aren’t enough work for us.
You wanna be part of our communities?
Right them we’ll close all our libraries
So your kids can’t read
Like our kids can’t read
and write and spell
You think you’re something spechell
Cos you know our countable nouns
and phrasal verbs
They’re just words
We maybe ignorant
But I tell ya – we can chant
So come to the UK
Yeah come to the UK
Come to the UK
We dare ya!