The Land of Fiscal Plenty

In the Spring of the financial year
One Chancellor invented
A world he built for you and me
The land of fiscal plenty
No differences for rich or poor
Inflation fallen straight through the floor
His lies shone like the morning dew
In the land of fiscal plenty

In the land of fiscal plenty
World leaders all are kind
Policemen wear pink onesies
Tax you will not find
No borders and no conflict
Trade by jumble sale
The seas are clean
War a has~been
There are no secret submarines
In the land of fiscal plenty

In the land of fiscal plenty
We live happy and free
World bankers brook no arms fairs
It's just not their cup of tea
Politicians man soup kitchens
And bankers fund the poor
The economy runs like a dream
Injustice is never seen
In the land of fiscal plenty

~Ooooh
The clicking of the credits
In the government merited
Online casino tables
Is given free
Far overseas
And for those less able

In the land of fiscal plenty
There are no spending cuts
Crime is a thing of the past
The prisons all are shut
There is no indoctrination
No bullying in schools
Toxic waste it don't exist
Everybody lives in bliss
In the land of fiscal plenty

In the land of fiscal plenty
Not many take a job
The bankers pay for everything
They say 'Why, just because!'
There is no segregation
Because everybody cares
Their welfare state
Is praised as great
Everybody is a mate
In the land of fiscal plenty

In the land of fiscal plenty
Everyone has health
Dustmen and casual labourers
Are the ones with most wealth
Management have to busk
To make their ends meet
There is no slump
No credit crunch
No junkies are out to lunch
In the land of fiscal plenty

~Ooooh...

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