Disciple Of The Daily Mail

verse 1 I was born in fifty-four but I fought in the war Now I mow my lawn to set our country free I like to talk about keeping Johnny foreigner out And retiring to the south of Spain for me. Olé! Hypocrisy’s my answer; I think paella causes cancer I’m a disciple of the Daily Mail Instrumental verse 2 It was my uncles, not me, who died in forty-three My Dad came home to make this country new But I’ve forgotten that, when I cry ‘send them back’ And kneel before a flag that’s deepest blue. Boris! Bigotry’s my answer; Immigrants cause cancer I’m a disciple of the Daily Mail Instrumental verse 3 My investments are singing; my house is worth a million My dodgy hip has been replaced for free But now that all that’s done, I’ve no interest in the young I only care about what’s good for me. Fuck you! Ignorance is my answer; The NHS causes cancer I’m a disciple of the Daily Mail Instrumental verse 4 The experts are all wrong unless Dacre nods along It’s all a conspiracy; don’t you see? The world’s left me behind; so in my tiny mind … … I just hate anyone that’s not like me. Sieg Heil! Misery’s my answer; I think reggae causes cancer. I’m a disciple of the Daily Mail Stupidity’s my answer; I think everything causes cancer! I’m a disciple of the Daily Mail All the shit that’s in my head; The world’ll be better when I’m dead! I’m a disciple of the Daily Mail I’m a disciple of the Daily Mail