I make no secret of my feelings about Brexit.  The EU is imperfect (and Jean-Claude Juncker agrees with me on that!) , but we haven’t had a full-blown war in Europe for many decades – even the limited ones (geographically) have been between non-EU members at the time.  Also – at some point, we’re going to have to stand up, economically, to China, India, Russia and/or the USA.  No disrespect to the people of these countries … but major disrespect to some of their leaders (are you listening, Donald Trump?  … Alan washes his mouth out).  You’ll hear a sanitised version of my view of Trump in “The Times are Strange“.  You really don’t want to hear the unexpurgated version.

As Europe, we can face up to these superpowers.  As a wee, solitary UK, we’ll be squashed like an irritating midgie.

What is beyond debate is that the Brexiteers are a deeply unattractive , out of touch, megalomaniac, manipulative and untrustworthy bunch of people and that’s what this song’s about – thank you, the mighty Steeleye Span, for teaching me the original.

Here’s the mp3 download

And here are the (current!) words …

Boys o’ Brexit

For to see Mad Mogg of Brexit, that weird and wealthy banker.
Mad Jacob goes on well-shod toes, he’s a blethering, bigoted person.

Still I sing Bonny boys, Bonny mad boys, Brexit boys are funny
But the boys all fight and they all talk rubbish
And they all have pots of money

Three-fifty million solves the problems the NHS confronts.

It’ll save the day, so the boys all say – they’re a bunch of lying clowns.

But the boys all fight and they all talk nonsense
If dust lies on my carpet.  A Dyson really sucks it.
But as for the economy – His Brexit really messes it up.

But the boys all fight and they all talk drivel

Now some of the Brexit boys are girls. There’s a Brexit Girl called Priti
It cuts no ice that she looks so nice, ‘cos her policies are not very good.

But the boys all fight and they all talk dross

So – poor old Jeremy Corbyn, his policy is a farce.

In or out or round about – with a fence stuck up his armpit.

But the boys all fight and they all talk hogwash

Now the DUP treat you and me as a gullible bunch of suckers.
Their Queen Arlene is best unseen. They’re a nasty bunch of people.

But the boys all fight and they all talk baloney

Poor Michael Gove is no pin-up. His lips are far too blobby.
He stabbed a crack in Boris’s back.  He’s just a two-faced person.

But the boys all fight and they all talk rot.

Let’s not forget dear Farage – a man unto his word.
That word is thug, a racist, smug, misogynistic twerp.

But the boys all fight and they all talk poppycock.

Now Johnson has the topmost  job – for which he is unfit.

He is a lazy, lying, selfish, serial-shagging shit.

But the boys all fight and they all talk shite.

Now let’s do Dominic Cummings – he has the Dark Arts mastered.

He’ll suck your brain and feed you lies. He’s a right-wing devious bastard.

But the boys all fight and they all talk shite.