Driving  over Beachy Head by car

The earth has turned to jelly while we slept
The world’s a  wobble,from the right to left
Noone knows what we can do
There’s a strange new strain of flu
Where is the old wisdom we dropped?

Unstable and ungracious  now, we are
Driving  over Beachy Head by car
We have got the sausage rolls
And we’ve brought our mobile phones
Ring me and you’ll hear me playing war

Soon  the death of  all the gods will pass
We worship lifeless objects  gold and brass
We worship  the ineptitude
And show we have no gratitude
For being at the top of every class

Everyone has got a big TV
Seeing what their neighbours  see
Watches  gold with dying sparks
Irritate the beggar’s   heart
Let’s deport him back to Bermondsey