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'' I'm A Euro M.E.P. ''
Politicians are in the headlines now,
to me that is a riddle,
why does nobody question me,
about my massive fiddle.
Can you guess the job I'm in,
no I don't drive tanks,
I don't need qualifications,
yes we're all a bunch of cranks.
I get paid for doing nothing,
each and every day,
regardless of the laws I pass,
you don't have a say.
I can start my work at eight o'clock,
sign in and then sign out,
I receive my full allowance,
Our rules were made to flout.
I know what you are thinking,
that I'm a professional dancer,
you'd really not be that far wrong,
the term's professional chancer.
What a bloody life this is,
it's living without the stress,
I don't feel the recession,
while your life's in a mess.
I have a large expense account,
with no need to produce receipts,
I can claim for virtually anything,
from yachts to babies teats.
I claim for travelling everywhere,
I.T. training and subsistence,
office expenses, staff allowance,
it's a truly great existence.
When I publish my financial dealings,
I list the amounts in bands,
if you don't know the details,
my reputation stands.
I hear you all shouting out,
what is this job you're in,
I'm sorry it's a secret,
to tell you would be a sin.
I'm entitled to daily mud baths,
gold crowns and fillings too,
acupuncture and hearing aids,
I love it, wouldn't you.
Maybe you think I'm a film star,
I certainly earn enough,
while I live a life of opulence,
you're all living rough.
While I am doing this job,
you should all be aware,
regardless of what you think of me,
I genuinely just don't care.
Have I won the lottery,
or perhaps the football pools,
of course I've not it's all your cash,
you're all a bunch of fools.
I'll continue earning millions,
my greed will never wane,
I'll be a passenger for life on,
the ultimate gravy train.
Perhaps you think I'm the owner,
of a trillion gallon tanker,
then again I could be,
a retired city banker.
When you discover how I've made my cash,
it will have you all in tears,
to make my first million quid,
only took two years.
Have you guessed my line of work,
if not I'll let you see,
no I'm not a famous rock star,
‘' I'm A Euro M.E.P. ‘'
to me that is a riddle,
why does nobody question me,
about my massive fiddle.
Can you guess the job I'm in,
no I don't drive tanks,
I don't need qualifications,
yes we're all a bunch of cranks.
I get paid for doing nothing,
each and every day,
regardless of the laws I pass,
you don't have a say.
I can start my work at eight o'clock,
sign in and then sign out,
I receive my full allowance,
Our rules were made to flout.
I know what you are thinking,
that I'm a professional dancer,
you'd really not be that far wrong,
the term's professional chancer.
What a bloody life this is,
it's living without the stress,
I don't feel the recession,
while your life's in a mess.
I have a large expense account,
with no need to produce receipts,
I can claim for virtually anything,
from yachts to babies teats.
I claim for travelling everywhere,
I.T. training and subsistence,
office expenses, staff allowance,
it's a truly great existence.
When I publish my financial dealings,
I list the amounts in bands,
if you don't know the details,
my reputation stands.
I hear you all shouting out,
what is this job you're in,
I'm sorry it's a secret,
to tell you would be a sin.
I'm entitled to daily mud baths,
gold crowns and fillings too,
acupuncture and hearing aids,
I love it, wouldn't you.
Maybe you think I'm a film star,
I certainly earn enough,
while I live a life of opulence,
you're all living rough.
While I am doing this job,
you should all be aware,
regardless of what you think of me,
I genuinely just don't care.
Have I won the lottery,
or perhaps the football pools,
of course I've not it's all your cash,
you're all a bunch of fools.
I'll continue earning millions,
my greed will never wane,
I'll be a passenger for life on,
the ultimate gravy train.
Perhaps you think I'm the owner,
of a trillion gallon tanker,
then again I could be,
a retired city banker.
When you discover how I've made my cash,
it will have you all in tears,
to make my first million quid,
only took two years.
Have you guessed my line of work,
if not I'll let you see,
no I'm not a famous rock star,
‘' I'm A Euro M.E.P. ‘'
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