Budget

I’ve woken up this morning to another budget day
I’m going to try to beat it there’s got to be a way
I’ve scribbled and I’ve jotted to try and form a plan
Then it’s hit me like a thunder bolt, I’m such a clever man

I’m putting on my jacket and going for a beer
I’m going to my local, I can walk because it’s quite near
He’s bound to raise the duty on all the beer and wine
So I’ll drink until he does it, a couple of hours should do me fine

Then when I’m well and truly sozzled, and I haven’t got a care
I won’t notice that he’s raised my tax and stripped my assets bare
My plan is flawed I know it and when I’ve sobered up
I’ll watch the news through blood stained eyes over a steaming coffee cup

Perhaps I should just get the chancellors number and try to text or phone
If I’m quick I might just catch him before he leaves his home
I’m being optimistic but I can’t let this chance pass
Just because I call him Darling doesn’t mean he can f**k me in the ass