I was born in fifty-four but I fought in the war
Now I mow my lawn to set our country free
I like to talk about keeping Johnny foreigner out
And retiring to the south of Spain for me. Olé!
Hypocrisy?s my answer; I think paella causes cancer
I?m a disciple of the Daily Mail
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verse 2
It was my uncles, not me, who died in forty-three
My Dad came home to make this country new
But I?ve forgotten that, when I cry ?send them back?
And kneel before a flag that?s deepest blue. Boris!
Bigotry?s my answer; Immigrants cause cancer
I?m a disciple of the Daily Mail
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verse 3
My investments are singing; my house is worth a million
My dodgy hip has been replaced for free
But now that all that?s done, I?ve no interest in the young
I only care about what?s good for me. Fuck you!
Ignorance is my answer; The NHS causes cancer
I?m a disciple of the Daily Mail
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verse 4
The experts are all wrong unless Dacre nods along
It?s all a conspiracy; don?t you see?
The world?s left me behind; so in my tiny mind ?
? I just hate anyone that?s not like me. Sieg Heil!
Misery?s my answer; I think reggae causes cancer.
I?m a disciple of the Daily Mail
Stupidity?s my answer; I think everything causes cancer!
I?m a disciple of the Daily Mail
All the shit that?s in my head; The world?ll be better when I?m dead!
I?m a disciple of the Daily Mail
I?m a disciple of the Daily Mail