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                                                  Smithy The Tory

 

(♫ Frosty The Snowman)

 

Smithy the Tory

was a happy soul, they say.

With a nice big house

and a flashy car,

life was a holiday.

 

Smithy the Tory

got a better job one day.

Head of finding work,

and he didn’t shirk:

he started right away.

 

He had to deal with problems

that he didn’t understand,

so he just made more cutbacks

and it soon got out of hand.

 

Smithy the Tory

was as stubborn as could be.

Though it wasn’t wise,

he ignored advice

to change his policy.

 

He stuck right by his cutbacks

and the dreaded Bedroom Tax

‘til Voting Day came round again

and the Tories got the axe.

 

Now Smithy rides a rusty bike

and has no Commons role.

He’s living in a Council flat

and signing on the dole.

 

Smithy the Tory

has to hurry up today:

he has to sign

on the dotted line

to get his JSA.

He’s claiming from the office

right next to the old Town Hall.

If he doesn’t do his job-search,

then he won’t get paid at all.

 

 

He finds life very different

now he’s just like you and me.

He has no heat on in his flat

and egg and beans for tea.

 

Thumpety, thumpety, thumpety, thump!

Thumpety, thumpety, thumpety, thump!

 

Just look at Smithy GO!!!

 

Thumpety, thumpety, thumpety, thump!

Thumpety, thumpety, thumpety, thump!

 

Looking for a bin-man’s role,

looking for a bin-man’s role,

looking for a bin-man’s role.

 

 

 

 

Our Government Are Tories

 

                                            (♫ The Holly and the Ivy)

 

                                           Our Government are Tories,

with them we have been cursed;

of all the ones we’ve ever had,

these surely are the worst.

They’ve made too many cutbacks

and Bedroom Tax as well.

They will get no votes if they carry on

and keep making our lives Hell.

 

They cut back on our healthcare

and education too.

They refuse to cap our fuel costs:

no gas for me and you.

In winter all their houses

have heating on full blast

while the rest of us are freezing,

waiting for the snow to pass.

 

At Christmas they’ll have presents

from those who know them best,

but what Santa brings to give them

will be their biggest test.

If they wake on Christmas morning

and Santa hasn’t been,

it’s because they’re on his bad list.

They’re the worst he’s ever seen.

 

If we are out of work

and looking for a job,

they still say that we’re just shirking

and begrudge us our few bob.

Next Voting Day we’ll show them

just what we think of cuts:

we’ll support the other Parties,

with no nonsense, ifs or buts!!!

 

 

                                                  Vote Well

                                               

                                           (♫ The First Noel)                                                 

                                                 

                                           In this year that we call

two thousand thirteen,

we have many more paupers

than we’ve ever seen.

It isn’t just fate

that’s brought us such woe:

It’s the Tories in Government,

who really should go.

 

Vote well, vote well!

Vote well, vote well!

Don’t choose the Tories: They make our lives Hell.

 

                                           Though they grudge a pittance

to those on the dole,

their own costs suck cash

like a giant black hole.

They spend much less

on things that we need,

then set their own pay 

with extravagant greed.

 

Vote well, vote well!

Vote well, vote well!

Don’t choose the Tories: They make our lives Hell.

 

Though our housing is poor,

we can’t afford heat,

and we’re going to food banks

for something to eat,

they’re living in style,

with tables beset

with turkeys and treats

for their best Christmas yet.

                                               

Vote well, vote well!

Vote well, vote well!

Don’t choose the Tories: They make our lives Hell.

 

As Christmas comes,

and another New Year,

look forward with patience

‘til Voting Day’s here,

and our Tory leaders

find out what we think:

Their attitude’s bad,

and their policies stink!

 

Vote well, vote well!

Vote well, vote well!

Don’t choose the Tories: They make our lives Hell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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