We’re always short of money, deja vu
All we need is a sin tax paid by you
The hospital is crowded out by flu
The flaming government, how d’ya do?
A tax on sin would work out extra well
And make us humble for we’d have to tell…………..
Then A & E would with new doctors swell
Theresa May would kneel before our yells.
For she’s a jolly bad leader
She’s cold ,is our Theresa
She’s an out of date leader
And so weep all of us
But would we admit in public that we sin
Be humble like that gentle publican?
And would the admin costs be damned?
The main point now is that we have to win.
I know the Catholic church has done much wrong
I know that they put Jesus on my tongue
But it’s still here if you inside you long
To confess that you have sinned with Milly Glong.
I don’t see what’s wrong with sex and love
The recreational hobby watched above
God like porn, it seems a deal whereof
She can knit while you moan on the rug.
She sounds like Grandma Moses in disguise
I wonder of what colour are her eyes?
Unless God sees in ways unanalysed
Triumphant as a duck which has four wives.
How my heart sings 