Parliamentary Polka Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[D]
[A][D][G][D][A][D][A]
[D][G][D]
[A]
When [D]prices keep on [A]rising

[Verse 1]
and your [D]backs are to the wall
And the [G]kids are needing [D]clothing
[A]an d you lack the wherewithal
When economic crisis
grabs the [D]country by the ear[A]holes,
[G]That's the time to
[D]rally round [A]your leaders.
[D]For the leaders of the nation,
the Employers' Federation,
[E]They know all the answers
and the Institute of [A]Bankers
Know a way to save the [D]day.
[A]You've onl[D]y got[A] to sacrifice your pay.
[D]When miners [A]start demanding
astronomical [D]amounts
To [G]swell their private [D]fortunes
in their [E]numbered Swiss ac[A]counts.
Each then you'll hear the
mighty voice
of Westmin[D]ster announce
For[G]ward to the [D]pits to get the [A]coal
out[D]![Dm][Gm][Dm][A]
Chaps with [D]bowlers, umbrellas,
Monday clubbers,
Splendid fellas,
minister[E]s and royal pages
And they're not here [A]for the
wages but be[D]cause
[A]The time has [D]come,
[A]to show the miners
how it should be [D]done.[A]
When [D]money -grubbin' [A]building
workers vote to [D]go on strike,
And [G]brutal pickets in[A]terfere
with [E]honest [A]blacklegs' rights,
It's then that loyal Britishers
are [D]called upon to fight,
To de[G]fend free enter[D]prise
and law an[A]d order.
[D]Cops and TV commentators,
lawyers, building speculators,
Magis[E]trates and judges,
scabs who are paying off their [A]grudges,
use the [D]law. [A]It has no [D]flaw.[A]
To serve their interests,
that is what it's [D]for.
When disaffected [A]mums and dads
begin [D]to bawl and shout,
In[G]sisting that [D]our education
[E]system's up the [A]spout,
[E]Remem[A]ber Maggie Thatcher's there
and [D]she knows all about
[G]Everything con[D]cerning [A]education[D]
For she knows that kids and workers
are just layabouts and shirkers
To [E]teach them would be folly
and an utter waste [A]of lolly
Waste of [D]time, [A]save the dough
They're here to work,
that's all they need to know
[D]So just remember[A]
when you feel in[D]clined to criticise
It's [G]not for you to [D]question
or to [E]ask the reason [A]why
Close [D]your mouth and [A]go on grafting
[D]till the day you die
And [G]win the thanks
of [D]those who own the [A]nation
[D]They will con you, they'll mislead you,
they will rob you, they will bleed you
With a [E]smile they'll freeze
your wages,
kill you off by easy [A]stages
Till the day [D]you [A]pull the cha[D]in[A]
And flush the whole caboodle
down the drain you