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Lyrics
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BLIGHTY BLUES
There's an old Westminster stronghold
On the Thames in London Town,
Where Big Ben's on the scaffold
To stop him running down.
All aquiver by the river,
Thought I heard somebody sob:
"What can we do with Brexit?
We're never gonna sex it
Up.
"I've junketed with Juncker
But he says the backstop's here.
I've sung Oh Jeremy Corbyn
To that weird man with the beard.
I've bribed the orange woman.
With the Devil I would sup
If only he'd fix Brexit.
We're never gonna sex it
Up."
So she sits there in the Commons
Through the fire and smoke and malice
Till the day she gets a summons:
"Come at once to Buckingham Palace.
One would like a little chat, dear.
Pour some tea. No, just one cup.
What can one do with Brexit?
One never quite seems to sex it
Up."
Oh what can we do with Brexit?
We're never gonna sex it
Up.
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Credits
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Lyrics Credits: © Copyright 2019 Ian Graham
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Music Credits: © Copyright 2019 Ian Graham
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Performance Credits: Ian Graham
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Description
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Short Song Description:
A blues about Brexit and the House of Incompetents. Video clip available at https://www.facebook.com/100004670086101/videos/1289840334514957/
or https://vimeo.com/329988150.
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Metadata
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Song Length: 2:29
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Primary Genre: Unique-Comedy
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Secondary Genre: Blues-Country
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Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
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Subject Matter 1: Politics
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Language: English
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