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NOW, The Brexit Party ALBUM !!

by Rage Against The Brexit Machine

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'Alo Vera Lynn Don't know where u have bin I've bin fightin' Brexit with Victory Gin Soon we will be fruit pickin Cos we are the Brexit fishermin' It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome Brexit's comin' 'ome It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome And the nurses are goin' 'ome Que sera sera, what will be will be Some will live, some will die But I've got a passport, a coin and a tie While Boris tells another pork pie I leave the snowflakes to cry From Nigel Farridge to Bobby Moore 48 : 52 we knew the score After Corona we want more It's gonna be just like the War It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome Brexit's comin' 'ome It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome I'm home alone And my hair I cannot comb It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome Brexit's comin' 'ome It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome I'm home alone And I can't afford a scone I'm not a remona We drink the Corona We are the doctors, nurses, scientific persona We are the Brexit land army .. from Verona We fear no ill for we have Bojona 'Alo Vera, All Cor Blimey We're gonna take back control of Old Blighty The M20's blocked all nighty But Bulldog Spirits gonna make it alrighty If you just take off your nighty ... It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome Brexit's comin' 'ome It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome And I got Corona in a care 'ome It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome Brexit's comin' 'ome It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome And I can't afford a scone It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome Brexit's comin' 'ome It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome And the nurses are goin' 'ome It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome Brexit's comin' 'ome It's comin' 'ome, it's comin' 'ome I'm home alone And my hair I cannot comb
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Poupee le celophane Mark François snorts cocaine Brexit, le vache qui rit Fucking the economy You are the King of the Gammon Hou Hou Hou Hou You are the King of the Gammon Trapped on the Essex plains Priti vacant, pretty vain Wanking off to Brexit dreams Fishing for some foreign bream You are the King of the Divan Hou Hou Hou Hou You are the King of the Divan François pour moi François pour moi François pour moi, moi, moi, moi François pour moi Hou Hou Hou Hou François pour moi I want it hard, Brexit dream Jacob Mogg, I like his cream Well gel, I’m from Rayleigh Carping on about the sea You are the King of the Gammon Hou Hou Hou Hou You are the King of the Gammon François pour moi François pour moi François pour moi, moi, moi, moi François pour moi Hou Hou Hou Hou François pour moi Innit Lost in Essex, well reem Touched a chick to make her scream S.A.S, he’s well extreme Holding on to Brexit dreams You are the King of the Gammon Hou Hou Hou Hou You are the King of the Gammon François pour moi François pour moi François pour moi, moi, moi, moi François pour moi Hou Hou Hou Hou François pour moi
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Priti woman, shoutin Downin street Priti woman, the kind that likes to beat Priti woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth No one could look as good as you, mercy Priti woman, won't you bully me? Priti woman, I couldn't help but see Priti woman, you look as lovely as can be Were you tortured just like me? Priti woman, strop awhile Priti woman, mock awhile Priti woman, give your whip to me Priti woman, yeah, yeah, yeah Priti woman, smirk and sway Priti woman, say you'll shout at me 'Cause I need you, I'll beat you right Come to me, Priti, beat mine tonight Priti woman, don't walk on by Priti woman, don't make me cry Priti woman, don't walk away, hey, okay If that's the way it must be, okay I guess I'll go on home, it's late There'll be tomorrow night, but wait What do I see? Is she shoutin back at me Yeah, she's shoutin back at me Oh, oh, Priti woman
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INTRO Charlie Mullins : Brexit's going to bugger the UK, like a blocked drain. It's time we flushed it. Bollocks to Brexit Brexshit, Brexit, Brexshit, Brexit, Ave a Corona VERSE 1 Well I've been goin' down the Brexit food bank for a while While Jacob Rees-Mogg ‘ee’s dining out in style Old gits are leaving Blighty and Dad’s Army’s on the streets Whilst yobs are looting Tesco on their Brexit plates of meat CHANT Eggs and Gammon, No Smoked Salmon, Traffic jammin’, Pasta Famin' CHORUS I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna block the exit, Please 'elp me Boris J Brexshit, Brexit, Brexshit, Brexit, Ave a Bojona VERSE 2 Well I’ve bin’ tryin’ to score some drugs for my dia-betes But I still can’t buy no bog roll for me Brexit faeces And I can’t afford a crib in Maracheeses (fake Spanish town) I might as well end it all in Bognor Regis CHANTS Diabetes, Mega faeces, Runny cheeses, Big diseases Russian geezers, in “Bognor Reges”, Lemon squeezers, Trump appeasers CHORUS I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna block the exit, Please 'elp me Boris J VERSE 3 My wife’s avin’ a midlife Brexistential crisis While me bruvver says I’ve got the Corona Virus In football speak, Brexit was a quarter finalist Johnson may need to see a Brexit psychiatrist CHANTS Customs Union, Big delusion, Is Priti Patel even ‘uman? Barclays Bank, J. Arthur Rank, Aaron Banks, Sherman Tank Soviet Union, Trump communion, Is this love or Brexit confusion? CHORUS I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna block the exit, Please 'elp me Mrs May Brexshit, Brexit, Brexshit, Brexit, Ave a Corona
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You walked into the party Like you were walking onto a yacht You strategically spew lie after lie You laugh like a clown despot You had one eye on the mirror And watched yourself gavotte And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner They'd be your partner, and You're so vain You probably think this song is about you You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you Don't you? Don't you? Oh, you had me several years ago When I was still quite naive Well, you said you would make such a clever mayor And then you picked up Vote Leave But you gave away the things you loved And one of them was me You had some dreams, you’re a clown and you’re cocky Clown and your cocky, and You're so vain Well I hear you spaffed 66 billion And your ads, naturally, won Then you drove your red bus up to Abingdon To see a total eclipse of The Sun Well, you're where you should be all the time And when you're not, you're with some underworld spy Or the wife of a close friend, Wife of a close friend, and You're so vain
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Bercow’s quizzical, studied what’s admissable Process in the House Late nights all aglow in the Commons Oh, Berc – o – ow Death-Knell Johnson-Lies, all eyes on the Hedge Fund prize Calls him on the phone "Can I take you out of the picture? Oh, Berc – o – ow As Brexit’s getting ready to go A knockout we can’t ignore: Bang! Bang! Bercow’s Yellowhammer comes down upon our head Bang! Bang! Bercow’s Yellowhammer makes sure that Brexit’s dead. Back in Number Ten Johnson plays the fool again Cummings gets annoyed Wishing to create an unpleasant Sce, e, e, ene He tells him to say YellowHammer’s not Doomsday So he fakes and lies Lying fifty times: "No Deal isn’t So, o, o, o" He turns his back on democracy.. Grieve comes up from behind Bang! Bang! Bercow’s Yellowhammer comes down upon our head Bang! Bang! Bercow’s Yellowhammer makes sure that Brexit’s dead. Scottish Judges say, "We caught a dirty one" Johnson stands alone Painting testimonial busses Oh, oh, oh, oh Mogg and Kate Hoey, screaming to the gallery Say he must be free (Johnson must be free) The judges don’t agree and they tell him So, o, o, o But as the ruling’s leaving their court A noise comes from behind Bang! Bang! Bercow’s Yellowhammer comes down upon our head Bang! Bang! Bercow’s Yellowhammer makes sure that Brexit’s dead. Whoa, oh, oh, oh Yellowhammer man
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Jacob Rees Mogg is a fucking toff When he tosses off With his trousers off Jacob Rees Mogg is a fucking toff He’s avin’ a Frank Bough And he can f…ck right off Kier Starmer is a fucking charmer Like a cultured llama Loves Judith Chalmers Kier Starmer is a fucking charmer With a bent banana He’s got some bloody karma Nigel Farage ain’t a fisherman Take his fucking plan Flush it down the pan Nigel Farage ain’t a fisherman Take his fucking plan Take your bloody toilet back Nigel Priti Patel has a racist gob Con Dom on the rob She’s a bit of a blob Priti Patel has a racist gob She’s a bit of a slob Johnson But I’d do her like a dog Brexit Britin’s full of Gammon knobs Tory knobs hand jobs Wiv their Russell Hobbs Brexit Britin’s full of Gammon knobs I cooked Brexit on a hob Now I’ve lost my bloody job Carrie Symonds she’s a bit of a fool Plays with Boris’ tool Now she’s closed the schools Carrie Symonds she’s a bit of a fool What’s Wilf gonna say when he grows up? He’s gonna say my daddy’s a fucking twat
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Nigel Farage, dans le garage Data massage, Brexit carnage Nigel Farage, Brexit frottage Racist outrage, xenophobic cabbage On LBC, with dark money The peoples' voice, with a Rolls’ Royce Nigel Farage, up my passage Euro Massage Nigel Farage, pork meat sausage Hugenottage, Dulwich collage On LBC, with dark money The peoples' voice, with a Rolls Royce Nigel Farage, in my passage Brexit frottage, racist outrage
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The new version of the song features a new "Devil's Interval section" for the Catholic Brexiteers and some signposts to the illuminati
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Brexit is forever, It is going to bereave me, Diabetic friends will leave me, They will leave in the night, I've a fear that they might desert me. Brexit is forever, Suck it up and dispossess us, What the fuck, it will depress us, I can see ev'ry part, No upside, fall apart and hurt us. We don't need Brexit, For what good will Brexit do me? Tories always lie to me, For when EU’s gone, They'll bluster on. Brexit is forever, Cutting tax for all the wealthy. You’ll just die if you’re unhealthy; We are mere mortals who Brexit’s just sending to your grave, oh. I don't need Brexit, For what good’ll Brexit do me? Tories always lie to me, For when EU’s gone, They'll bluster on. Brexit is forever, forever, forever. Brexit forever, forever, forever. Forever and ever.
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INTRO Charlie Mullins : Brexit's going to bugger the UK, like a blocked drain. It's time we flushed it. Bollocks to Brexit Brexshit, Brexit, Brexshit, Brexit, Ave a banana VERSE 1 Well I've been goin' down the Brexit food bank for a while While Jacob Rees-Mogg ‘ee’s dining out in style The Banks are leaving Blighty and Dad’s Army’s on the streets Whilst us poor buggers stay to fight on Brexit plates of meat CHANT Eggs and Gammon, No Smoked Salmon, Traffic jammin’, Bloody Spammin’ CHORUS I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna find the exit, Please 'elp me Mrs May VERSE 2 Well I’ve bin’ tryin’ to score some drugs for my dia-betes But I still can’t buy no bog roll for me Brexit faeces And I can’t afford a crib in Maracheeses (fake Spanish town) I might as well end it all in Bognor Regis CHANTS Diabetes, Mega faeces, Runny cheeses, Big diseases Russian geezers, in “Bognor Reges”, Lemon squeezers, Trump appeasers CHORUS I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna find the exit, Please 'elp me Mrs May VERSE 3 My wife’s avin’ a midlife Brexistential crisis While me bruvver says I’ve joined Remainiac Isis In football speak, Brexit was a quarter finalist Theresa may need to see a Brexit psychiatrist CHANTS Customs Union, Big delusion, Is Arlene Foster even ‘uman? Barclays Bank, J. Arthur Rank, Aaron Banks, Sherman Tank Soviet Union, Trump communion, Is this love or Brexit confusion? CHORUS I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna find the exit, Please 'elp me Mrs May © Peter Cook, Rage Against The Brexit Machine 2018 http://brexitrage.com
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Winding your way down on Brexit Street Light in your head and dead on your feet Well, another crazy day You'll drink the night away And forget about everything This killer Brexit makes you feel so cold It's fooled so many people, and it's got no soul And it's taken you so long To find out you were wrong When you thought it gave everything You used to think that it was so easy You used to say Brexit was so easy But you're crying, you're crying now Another year and then you'd be happy Just one more year and then you'd be happy But you're dying, you're dying now Down Brexit Street there's no food on your plate NHS closed its doors, and the doctor says wait The Police ask you where you've been You tell them who you've seen You’ll say just about anything You had this dream ‘bout a sovereign land Now you’re scared of the cops and the far-right fans Now the factory’s shut down And your neighbours are still brown And you were wrong about everything But you know you'll always keep hating You know you’re never gonna stop hating 'Cause you’re reading, you’re believing The Mail And when you wake up, The Express is calling The Sun is lying and the streets are brawling And you're going, you're going to hell
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Snippets .... The Brexit Party ... I can't cope with Islamic Terrorism I can't cope with Halloween I can't cope with human rights I can't cope with Trump I can't cope with Brexit We are Donkeys
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Theresa May's a Remainer May-be we should restrain-er Stop Brexit luv, don't abstain-er No Deal is kind of insane-er May's Deal is mostly Remain-er Remain is a no-brainer Grow a spine, Just don't complain Stay in Europe, Let's just Remain Shoot the bastards, They're all insane Theresa May's a Remainer May-be we should restrain-er Stop Brexit luv, don't abstain-er Theresa May's a Remainer May-be we should restrain-er Stop Brexit luv, don't abstain-er
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Eh, oh, don't know Eh, oh, don't know Jezza is a Brexshitter Jezza is a fence sitter Jezza is a EU quitter NOW Jezza likes cat sitters Jezza's brave on Twitter Jezza is a Brexshitter NOW Jezza likes keg bitter Jezza needs an outfitter Jezza likes the UKIPPERS NOW Jezza's not a punk rocker Jezza likes cafe mocha Jezza needs a Brexit Blocker NOW Jezza is a Brexshitter Jezza is a fence sitter Jezza is a EU quitter NOW Eh, oh, don't know Eh, oh, don't know
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LYRICS "VERSES 1 and 2" Robert Peston, he’s not from Preston He did not star in no Spaghetti Western The BBC lost its intellectual property While John Otway says “Cor Baby That’s ITV” Peston scored Bowie while Ziggy played guitar Masterminding glam with his screwed down ha(i)r Peston showed George Clinton how to get the funk Jamming good with (Dr Andrew) Sentance on the economics of punk "CHORUS" Keep your vest on, Robert Peston Give us another business lesson Speakin' like a linguistic jam session Rocking Indie Television "VERSES 3 and 4" So ITV enlarges its integrity While the BBC loses its licence fee He says it’s our fiduciary responsibility To shop wisely within our economy Paul Wella’s Shockwave takes care of his hair But on the 10 o’clock news Peston just don't care He could have been Doctor Who you see By pressing Auntie Beeb for his destiny "CHORUS" Keep your vest on, Robert Peston Give us another business question From BBC to ITV I wanna lower licence fee "David Bowie homage middle 16" - Space Oddity, Width of a Circle and The Man Who Sold the World "VERSES 5 and 6" Branson hates ties like Robert Peston But none of them starred with Charlton Heston Nor had a three course meal at a Best Western They could be Heroes with Bowie in Dresden I’m confessin’ with Robert Peston I’m wondering what ITV will let him question? No more “Have I got news for you” to guest on Perhaps Robert will retire to Weston … "CHORUS AND FINALE" Super Mare, Super Hair, Everywhere Super Mare, Camel’s Hair, Millionaire "Guitar solo to end"
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Eton Tories from the E.R.G. Making cash tax free Shit on you and me Eton Tories from the E.R.G. Jacob Rees-Mogg shits on EU 'E loves it Kier Starmer is a fucking charmer Like a cultured llama Loves Judith Chalmers Kier Starmer is a fucking charmer With a bent banana He’s got some bloody karma Nigel Farage ain’t a fisherman Take his fucking plan Flush it down the pan Nigel Farage ain’t a fisherman Take his fucking plan Take your bloody toilet back Nigel Priti Patel has a racist gob Con Dom on the rob She’s a bit of a blob Priti Patel has a racist gob She’s a bit of a slob Johnson But I’d do her like a dog Marky François wants to end red tape He's a funny shape To be charged with crêpe Marky François wants to end red tape Has anyone seen Mark François? Has anyone seen him? Brexit Britain's full of gammon knobs Fuckin' gobby yobs Wantin' forrin jobs Brexit Britain's full of gammon knobs We won, 2-Nil I want me cuntry bak
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Do or die, sink or swim One thing for certain is Boris won’t win Side v. side, Farage (in) charge We’re all fucked together Down the drain, frightful fight Now what's the point if we all lose our rights? Harm for harm’s sake, Mogg’s a fake We’re all fucked together Who’ll keep us warm in the night? La la la la It’s the far right It’s the far right Do or die, sink or swim One thing’s for certain that Moggy is grim Boris’ reign, A Lad Insane We’re all fucked together
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The old lady of Threadneedle Street Glides through the hallowed halls Her silken gaze, weaving spirits deep With Court held rapt in thrall The gathered minds work hard and fast With fan charts and words so broad They work magic on digits long Seeking out the moderate path The time then comes when the governor calls The markets sit and wait Cold faces stare at blocks of red The damned await their fate Old lady of Threadneedle Street What punishment lies in store I have not sinned dear lady love But I know it is the lore The members meet and the vote is cast The envelope's sealed and the steward called It's Houblon pink or the markets crash The old lady damns them all Fine lady of Threadneedle Street Protect me from the end I am but a mere mortal man Your magic can transcend I sit and wait for the news to hit The rate will shape it all My life then flashed in front of me The colour tells it all Red blocks cascade and roll and blink The panic spreads like fire My mouth is dry, my fingers stiff I stare and watch the pyre Old lady of Threadneedle Street Have mercy on my soul This is the end, I'm damned to hell The consequences are untold Fine lady of Threadneedle Street Protect us all from fate Your guiding light and solemn ways Doth headlong prick Inflate Forward Guidance Out of darkness Into the light
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INTRO Brexshit, Brexit, Brexshit, Brexit, Ave a banana VERSE 1 Well I've been goin' down the Brexit food bank for a while While Jacob Rees-Mogg ‘ee’s dining out in style The Banks are leaving Blighty and Dad’s Army’s on the streets Whilst us poor buggers stay to fight on Brexit plates of meat CHANT Eggs and Gammon, No Smoked Salmon, Traffic jammin’, Bloody Spammin’ CHORUS I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna find the exit, Please 'elp me Mrs May VERSE 2 Well I’ve bin’ tryin’ to score some drugs for my dia-betes But I still can’t buy no bog roll for me Brexit faeces And I can’t afford a crib in Maracheeses (fake Spanish town) I might as well end it all in Bognor Regis CHANTS Diabetes, Mega faeces, Runny cheeses, Big diseases Russian geezers, in “Bognor Reges”, Lemon squeezers, Trump appeasers CHORUS I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna find the exit, Please 'elp me Mrs May VERSE 3 My wife’s avin’ a midlife Brexistential crisis While me bruvver says I’ve joined Remainiac Isis In football speak, Brexit was a quarter finalist Theresa may need to see a Brexit psychiatrist CHANTS Customs Union, Big delusion, Is Arlene Foster even ‘uman? Barclays Bank, J. Arthur Rank, Aaron Banks, Sherman Tank Soviet Union, Trump communion, Is this love or Brexit confusion? CHORUS I'm really sick of Brexit, Why don't you fade away, I wanna find the exit, Please 'elp me Mrs May © Peter Cook, Rage Against The Brexit Machine 2018 http://brexitrage.com
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Verse I just can’t decide, red or blue Both the same, neither working for you I don’t wanna make politicians history I just want the Democrats to have a single victory Liberal Democracy’s for you and me If only we had the vision to see That pendulum politics is bad for the nation No more spin, we need regeneration Chorus I feel I’m going backwards into tomorrow No future, no hope, just pain and sorrow Let’s get rid of blue, no more red Let’s vote for liberty and orange instead Verse 2 Red for expenses, blue for sorrow We need great leaders we can follow Give reasonable people a reasonable chance Of running the country, so give ‘Dem’ a stance Spread the word and make yourself heard Labour’s track record is just absurd The Tories stand for an us-and-them society We need a fresh start – So give us democracy Chorus Middle 16 All we are asking Is give ‘Dem’ a chance Verse 3 Now I know, it’s neither red nor blue Both the same, neither working for you I don’t wanna make politicians history I just want the Democrats to have a single victory Liberal Democracy’s for you and me If only we had the vision to see That pendulum politics is bad for the nation No more sin, we need liberation

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The Brexit Party Album is the ideal weapon of mass distraction to stop Brexit madness. Play it to your Brexity friends

The tracks are as diverse as Brexit ...

Check the full Rage Against The Brexit Machine catalogue out at brexitrage.com

And the book "Let's Talk About BREX-it" on Amazon

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released May 7, 2019

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