Keir for cash

I copied this from Stephen Robinson.

Brilliant and you’ll be singing it whilst reading!

I’ve always thought “Squeeze -Cool For Cats” was a good song. So I’ve attempted to bring the lyrics a bit more up to date….

The Indians buy some glasses and a dress for her at home.

My colleague wants a big house so I ask them for a loan.

My son he needs a study room and gets a penthouse suite.

I give a wink to Alli and we keep it all discreet.

Pretending I have morals but I’m a nasty little cheat.

I get a box at football, it’s a lovely little stash.

And Alli gets in number 10 because it’s Keir for cash

It’s Keir for cash.

Keir for cash.

My clothes are looking tatty so I ask him for some more.

Another game of footie and we watch Bukayo score.

He takes me to a restaurant and he feeds me till I’m full.

We talk about my father and how he made a fking tool.

an’ how I’d screw the country if I ever came to rule.

Then it’s back to Alli’s for a go on his prayer mat.

A little glass of champers and some Harrods aloo chaat.

It’s Keir for cash.

Keir for cash.

Now I am the governor and I’m feeling pretty smug.

Granny might be freezing, but she’s a racist little thug.

I fancy this, i fancy that, my suits are Savile Row.

Another little kickback just for letting Savile go.

Releasing all the sausages, just to sound like Joe..

and when I make a promise, just remember it’s all crap.

I’m doing what they’re telling me because I’m Keir for cash.

I’m Keir for cash.

Keir for cash.