A Talking Class Hero
As soon as you budge, they make you feel small
By giving no credit instead of it all
Till the red line's so thin that it's no line at all
A federal Europe means nothing to me
They twit you at home and they hiss you in Nice
They rubbish endeavour and give you no peace
Till you're so fucking tired your tongue starts to crease
A federal Europe means nothing to me
When you're filled to the brim with their fancy cuisine
They say to your face they don't know what you mean
So you threaten a veto (though Robin's not keen)
A federal Europe means nothing to me
There's room for manoeuvre they're telling you still
They say that they'll sugar your day-after pill
But I know the old pre-electoral drill
So a federal Europe means nothing to me
[December 2000]