[Sir Francis Dashwood]

Those great debts really knock me out
They kick the West’s behind
Angela’s blubbery cellulite is hanging out
That EU troika is always on my, my, my, my mind

Take me to the Carpathian Mountains way down South
Let me foreclose your daddy’s farm
All the way the bankers’ hands are reaching out
Come and keep your comrade warm

I’m back in the EUSSR
You don’t know how lucky you are, boy

Back in the EU
Back in the EU
Back in the EUSSR

[publius911]

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