With apologies...

You know how a tune runs through your head and just won't go away. The Gorse Fox has been haunted by The Stranglers all day and his mind turned to the lyrics. So with apologies to the The Stranglers:

Gordon Brown treats us like S**t
If he had his way, he'd even tax it
No sense of fun
He'd tax the sun
Letting us down, that's Gordon Brown

Gordon Brown soaking the old
Taxing their pensions keeping them cold
Taxing the poor
Show him the door
Letting us down, that's Gordon Brown

Every lie you'd like to mention
In number 10 stealing your pension
Treats us like fools
Taxing our fuels
Blames it on Esso, it's time that he goes.

Gordon Brown can't make a decision
When he does, hoots of derision
He'll take your cash
For throwing out trash
Says that it's green when really it's mean

Gordon Brown inflation is climbing
Bills are up, but stop your whining
Prudence is dead
He'll lose his head
Revenge on its way, election some day

Letting us down, go Gordon Brown

Letting us down, go Gordon Brown

The Gorse Fox expects the men in dark glasses with interesting lumps under their jackets to come knocking any day now.