Stretching out in the back garden With no shirt on
Hippy dippy yoga nothing bout this seemed that bogus
(Praise the sun), praise the sun
Come on everybody praise the sun
Bang your pots and pans until this lock down's done
Inject some disinfectant up your bum
And when the sun is done, go out and burn a mast down
Never some it coming - Your middle class Buddhism
Has downward dogged into sinophobic luddism
(Praise the sun), praise the sun
Come on all you loonies praise the sun
Bang your pots and pans until the day is past
Inject some disinfectant up your bum
And when the sun is done, go out and burn a 5G mast
Captain Tom at number one
Something's gone very wrong
Why don't you hang out with the gnomes
- David Icke and Eammon Holmes
Couldn't care less about the NHS
You're just clapping for yourself
Making noise to celebrate
This purile, dead, meaningless state ...
