Old Brown, by Darren Oxton Subscribe to rss feed for Darren Oxton

The Nineties they hang like a fallen crown,
‘Cool Britannia’, just a fictional play,
All that is left is the crunch and old Brown, 

People protest to have been so let down,
Voices so loud, but having no say,
The Nineties they hang like a fallen crown, 

Banks going under, just watch as they drown,
Footing the bill, it’s us who’ll pay,
All that is left is the crunch and old Brown, 

The word is out; it’s all over town,
Surely the Tories will get their way,
The Nineties they hang like a fallen crown, 

So long to the Euro, we’re stuck with the Pound,
Cut backs again, stick that in your tray,
All that is left is the crunch and old Brown. 

Gordon, he wears such a worrying frown,
But who will be left on New Labour Day,
The Nineties they hang like a fallen crown,
All that is left is the crunch and old Brown  

Posted: 2009-12-18 17:24:23 UTC

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