By my bro the poet...
Gravy Train
The Gravy Train's such a fast mover,
It's speeding along on the rails,
No locomotive can go smoother
Than this for Right Honourable pals.
The only ones who are allowed to
Take rides on the Gravy Train are
The fine MPs who represent you,
Each of them, a Westminster star.
It's buffet provides several biggies,
Immense amounts served in the slime,
A trough for the snouts of the piggies,
Expense accounts win every time.
And what comes for free needn't be cheap,
From furniture to garden gnomes,
The passengers know it's a bit steep
But still sell off their second homes.
They boarded without any ticket,
To pay is against all the laws,
They've told the whole country to stick it;
In other words they've said 'Up yours'.
The Gravy Train's there for this nation
But somehow it just whizzes by,
It's hard to slow down for a station
When you love to scoff the whole pie.
The secrets are out, we've awoken
We know why you're over the moon,
I pray that ahead the track's broken
And smashes the Gravy Train soon.
It won't be like other disasters,
Although the train will be derailed
Revealing political masters
So vile they deserve to be jailed.
