Joe 

Martha 

How are ewe 

Fucking cold 

Ewe 

The same 

That is what I love about winter 

So fucking cold 

When you think that it cannot get any worse 

It does 

Did you see Keira at the game this weekend 

I could not afford it 

Poor ewe 

It used to be the peoples game 

But now you have to sell your house 

I did read that Keira did us all a big favour 

As he saved us lots of dough 

By accepting it appears the hospitality of the home club 

He saved us loads 

Hospitals need not close 

And the poor train drivers will not have to walk in the snow 

Praise Marx and fuck his daughters 

Life is good 

More secure you see that the ordinary terrace

No need for big hunky bodyguards

Good olde Keira 

Decent chap 

Saves the country money 

He is all heart 

Spin Spin Spin 

If you spin too much 

You get giddy and fall over 

And crack your head 

It makes me so angry 

Me 2 

Joe 

Martha 

We are both fashionistas

So we are 

Have you seen some of the lemming girls 

A few 

Have you noticed how fashionable they look in their splendid coats  

It is winter and whilst the vulnerable freeze on the fucking streets 

And pensioners die of the cold 

As they cannot afford to heat their icy homes

The bitches look good  

This makes me so so happy 

It is quite amazing how much they can do on their meagre salaries 

An inspiration to us all 

I admire these clothes 

So well cut in sweatshops worldwide 

But they sadly do not enhance 

As female politicians are always ugly 

Thick set with fat arses 

They are offensive to the eye 

This is even before they open their trash mouths 

Happy New Year Joe 

That is a lie Martha 

I suppose you are right 

You are always right