Whatever the weather,
Like Birds of a feather,
We’re all in this together,
Austerity Blues.

The Tories claim,
Their aim,
Is to aid,
The low paid,
 Hard working brigade,
But the facts,
Are that zero hours contracts,
Are just a variation,
Of casualisation,
Available to all,
Wait for a call,
At home alone,
Austerity blues. 

No job,
No home,
Bust, 
Without a crust,
Your life,
Crumbling to dust,
Government don’t care,
Cupboard bare,
Give thanks,
For food banks,
Long queues,
Time to muse,
Austerity blues.

If you’re disabled,
And the quack,
Says back to work,
Don’t go berserk,
Appeal,
Don’t reveal,
The pain,
Stay sane,
Don’t cry,
Don’t die,
Austerity blues.

Under the cosh,
No dosh,
Oh, to be posh,
Eat good nosh,
Drink good booze,
Wear new shoes,
Hear good news,
A world cruise,
Austerity blues.

The government’s lax,
In collecting tax,
And teams,
Of bean counters,
Devise schemes,
For people of means,
To avoid paying,
Their just dues,
Austerity blues.

Whatever the weather,
Like birds of a feather,
We’re all in this together,
Are we fuck,
Austerity blues.