darn if I didn’t have to shoot the dog
Is Brexit a bad country song?
I was suppin’ my whiskey; and plucking the cats
Minding by business and shooting them immigrants
When up pops a choice I weren’t well equipped to decide
Should I nuke good old Nashville or stay where I bide?
Singing: pish on my profits and cobble my banks
Stymie my supply chains in support of them hicks
And marshal them conveys in long lines of trucks.
I’m still suppin’ my whiskey
I’m still stuck in my queue.
I’m not eating my ham coz it’s dates out of due.
I’m wondering when will this end but there’s no end sight
But I’m thanking the Farage for my blessings are ...