A new greed replaced the old greed, and planted a different seed
But when the month came when it was due to fly
It was raped and strangled by weed

A new bridge may have access to cinema screens,
But the bricks and mortar were mixed with our relatives spleens
Directed by a friend of the Fuhrur, produced by the mate of the queen
The film showing at every cinema,
Has shaft our every dream, shaft our every dream

And the new quayside was built by pound shilling and pence
Pound took most of the money, and shilling sold its share to the French
And when pence got dropped down the drain or got killed in a trench
If the dog chose the size of its kennel, it’ll have to learn to live with the stench

A new bridge may have access to cinema screens,
But the bricks and mortar were mixed with our relatives spleens
Directed by a friend of the Fuhrer, produced by a mate of the queen
The film showing at every cinema,
Has shaft our every dream, shaft our every dream

The new fence replacing the old fence was still a fence
Making sense replaced by nonsense
I’d hope sat it out on the bench
hope sat it out on the bench