We voted in our millions – our democratic say;

The Tories were defeated; we blew Rees Mogg away;

But once we'd taken office we very quickly found

They'd hidden a black hole from us of £20b.

It needed rectifying come what may

But it ain't me, babe

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe

It ain't me what's gonna pay.

 

The deficit wants funding – on that we all agreed

We cannot go on as before; we said “It's what we need”

Expenditure needs income, for better or for worse

There has to be a “come from”; there has to be a purse.

It won't work to simply hope and pray

But it ain't me, babe

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe

It ain't me what's gonna pay.

 

The privilege of rich folks I say should be axed

And anyone more wealthy than I am should be taxed

But wealth is like a ladder or wealth is like a queue

And those who are behind me they shout “Hey! Well why not you?”

But hypocrisy will hold the sway

But it ain't me, babe

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe

It ain't me what's gonna pay.

 

You point your finger outwards; J'accuse-ing someone else

What's yours is not for sharing; you keep it for yourself;

You say you're looking for someone to pick up Rachel's bill

To fall upon their sword for you, ensuring you pay Nil

Someone that allows you to bray

"It's not me, babe

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe

It ain't me what's gonna pay."