The Cognitive Dissonance Of the BNP Song

Recorded a little hastily over lunchtime.

Reggae’s too black for me, and so is R&B
But ska’s alright by me,
Confused I am, that’s why I’m BNP,
No foreign cookery will fill this Brit belly,
Though I love curries me,
Confused am I, that’s why I’m BNP
Think I’ll have myself another onion bhaji.

My baseball cap’s Nike, just in from New Dheli,
Supporting British industry,
Confuses me, that’s why I’m BNP
Our local brewery closed in the mid-nineties,
But I drink Stella me,
From overseas, that’s why I’m BNP
Think I’ll have myself another foreign lager.

They’re not confused and they’ll never be,
Just want to move the whole country,
Back to 1953,
Coz’ they’re all Enid Blyton fans in the BNP

My mate’s in the EDL and they’re confused as well,
Piss on churches and can’t spell,
Their heroes names, yeah that’s the EDL,
From Stoke and to Dudley they seig heil but aren’t Nazis,
That’s what they said as they punched me,
They’re too fighty, that’s why I’m BNP
Though I’m a bit scared of the bouncers round Nick Griffin

They’re not confused and they’ll never be,
Just want to send the whole country,
Back to 30s Germany,
‘Coz they’re all fans of Cabaret in the BNP.

I love my St George’s Cross ,
From Palestine, St George was boss
Never stood on English soil,
It’s just as well, we’d all hate him ‘n all
Bloody foreigners with their foreign religions.

They’re not confused but they soon would be,
If we told them Pagans were here before Christianity,
But I’d rather hug a tree,
Than spend another minute listening to the BNP

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Wednesday, March 9th, 2011 Musical Bits

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