Thanks very much to Martin Stephen for introducing me to the pick guitar style method. Wrote this song after hearing this bloke in a pub ranting on about spongers and so on. I didn't bother arguing with him I just went home and wrote a short story which I turned into this song.
Note: THESE ARE NOT MY THOUGHTS I keep receipts for everything I claim so no expense can slip away. I give them to this guy who handles all my tax and his accounting alchemy leaves nowt to pay. 'Cause the poor have just themselves to blame so why should I help them? Maybe a few are genuine, but it;s their problem - not my problem. So I say Never mind the losers with their poor excuses - think number one. Never mind the scroungers in their undeserved houses - think number one! With all the income tax I've managed to avoid, the proceeds went towards a flash new car. And it's worth every penny to see faces full of envy, yet I worry sometimes if they might wish it harm. But one day I got really scared when driving down my street - rioters wanting their fair share. I looked so elite so guess who got beat? And the rioters said in no uncertain words straight to my face: Who thinks we're losers with poor excuses? Yes, he's the one. Who thinks we're scroungers in undeserved houses? Yes, he's the one! Well it's a good thing someone paid for the abulence - I suppose.
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