David Brider (davidbrider) wrote,
David Brider
davidbrider

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A little Flanders & Swann is good for the soul.

With the names changed to incriminate the guilty, but otherwise it's just as originally published (well, a bit of Blackadder-esque humour derived from the name of the current Chancellor, but apart from that...). In times like these, it's helpful to remember that there have always been times like these...

There's a hole in my Budget, dear Gordon, dear Gordon,
There's a hole in my Budget, dear P.M. my dear.

Then mend it my Darling, my Darling, my Darling,
Then mend it my Darling, my Darling, my dear.

But how shall I mend it, dear Gordon, dear Gordon?
But how shall I mend it, dear Gordon, my dear?

By building up exports, my Darling, my Darling,
By increased production, my Darling, my dear.

But that means working harder, dear Gordon, dear Gordon,
And the workers must have more incentives, my dear.

Then decrease taxation, my Darling, my Darling,
And raise all their wages, my Darling, my dear.

And where is the money to come from, dear Gordon?
But where is the money to come from, my dear?

Why out of your Budget, my Darling, my Darling,
Out of your Budget, my Darling my dear.

But there's a hole in my Budget, dear Gordon, dear Gordon,
There's a hole in my Budget, dear P.M. my dear.

Then mend it my Darling, my Darling, my Darling,
Then mend it my Darling, my Darling, my dear.

But how shall...

This song is a dialogue between the Prime Minister and Chancellor of the day. The two performers wander round the stage or room in a slow inflationary spiral.

*g*
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