Poetic-Verses
'' Things Can Only Get Better ''
The decision is ours,
It's in our powers,
To restore our former glories,
While we rise the stay voter cowers,
Relying on their fantasy stories.
There is no doubt,
We are better off out,
No more forced to obey E.U. orders,
Once again we will hold clout,
We'll tell them who crosses our borders.
As for European trade,
They've got it made,
They offload more than we send abroad,
From needles and pins to the razor blade,
While they blag our haddock and cod.
This great gravy train,
Is naught but a pain,
Would you pay for a service that's free?
On their money parade let's make it rain,
Their incompetence you can't fail to see.
A quarter of a billion,
Yes £250 thousand million,
That's what we pay them each year,
With their expenses change that to Trillion,
That's why they use, PROJECT FEAR.
For centuries we thrived,
Ideas we contrived,
Europe has always needed us,
From our destiny we will not be deprived,
NOTE, It's the rich who are making a fuss.
Get the flags unfurled,
Set straight not curled,
Without Europe we will be in fine fetter,
On our own we once ruled the world,
Vote out,
‘' Things Can Only Get Better ‘'
It's in our powers,
To restore our former glories,
While we rise the stay voter cowers,
Relying on their fantasy stories.
There is no doubt,
We are better off out,
No more forced to obey E.U. orders,
Once again we will hold clout,
We'll tell them who crosses our borders.
As for European trade,
They've got it made,
They offload more than we send abroad,
From needles and pins to the razor blade,
While they blag our haddock and cod.
This great gravy train,
Is naught but a pain,
Would you pay for a service that's free?
On their money parade let's make it rain,
Their incompetence you can't fail to see.
A quarter of a billion,
Yes £250 thousand million,
That's what we pay them each year,
With their expenses change that to Trillion,
That's why they use, PROJECT FEAR.
For centuries we thrived,
Ideas we contrived,
Europe has always needed us,
From our destiny we will not be deprived,
NOTE, It's the rich who are making a fuss.
Get the flags unfurled,
Set straight not curled,
Without Europe we will be in fine fetter,
On our own we once ruled the world,
Vote out,
‘' Things Can Only Get Better ‘'
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`` Things Can Only Get Better ``
`` Things Can Only Get Better ``
