Modern Day Nursery Rhymes
Number One - The NHS is Falling Down (music here)
The NHS is falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
The NHS is falling down,
My fair Patricia!
How shall we build it up again,
Up again, up again?
How shall we build it up again,
My fair Patricia!
Build it up with spin and lies,
Spin and lies, spin and lies.
Build it up with spin and lies,
My fair Patricia!
Spin and lies will wash away,
Wash away, wash away.
Spin and lies will wash away,
My fair Patricia!
Build it up with P. F. I.,
P. F. I., P. F. I..
Build it up with P. F. I.,
My fair Patricia!
P. F. I. will cost a bomb,
Cost a bomb, cost a bomb.
P. F. I. will cost a bomb,
My fair Patricia!
Build it up with management,
Management, management.
Build it up with management,
My fair Patricia!
Management will make it worse,
Make it worse, make it worse.
Management will make it worse,
My fair Patricia!
Build it up with silver and gold,
Silver and gold, silver and gold.
Build it up with silver and gold,
My fair Patricia
Silver and gold will be eaten up,
Eaten up, eaten up.
Silver and gold will be eaten up,
My fair Patricia
Sack the doctors - they won't fight,
They won't fight, they won't fight!
Sack the doctors - they won't fight,
My fair Patricia!
Suppose the patients might complain,
Might complain, might complain?
Suppose the patients might complain,
My fair Patricia!
Then blame everybody else in sight,
Else in sight, else in sight!
Blame the Torys and the Right,
Myyyy Faaaaaair Patriciaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
By The Venial Sinner (original nursery rhyme here)
The NHS is falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
The NHS is falling down,
My fair Patricia!
How shall we build it up again,
Up again, up again?
How shall we build it up again,
My fair Patricia!
Build it up with spin and lies,
Spin and lies, spin and lies.
Build it up with spin and lies,
My fair Patricia!
Spin and lies will wash away,
Wash away, wash away.
Spin and lies will wash away,
My fair Patricia!
Build it up with P. F. I.,
P. F. I., P. F. I..
Build it up with P. F. I.,
My fair Patricia!
P. F. I. will cost a bomb,
Cost a bomb, cost a bomb.
P. F. I. will cost a bomb,
My fair Patricia!
Build it up with management,
Management, management.
Build it up with management,
My fair Patricia!
Management will make it worse,
Make it worse, make it worse.
Management will make it worse,
My fair Patricia!
Build it up with silver and gold,
Silver and gold, silver and gold.
Build it up with silver and gold,
My fair Patricia
Silver and gold will be eaten up,
Eaten up, eaten up.
Silver and gold will be eaten up,
My fair Patricia
Sack the doctors - they won't fight,
They won't fight, they won't fight!
Sack the doctors - they won't fight,
My fair Patricia!
Suppose the patients might complain,
Might complain, might complain?
Suppose the patients might complain,
My fair Patricia!
Then blame everybody else in sight,
Else in sight, else in sight!
Blame the Torys and the Right,
Myyyy Faaaaaair Patriciaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
By The Venial Sinner (original nursery rhyme here)
posted by The Venial Sinner at 3:57 pm
6 Comments:
I'm singing along with you.
Bloody politicians.
What the hell r u going on about!!!
Didn't you ever sing London Bridge is falling down when you were young, Anonymous? And there was me thinking it was all a bit of fun.
Or do you mean that you haven't noticed that the NHS - like the London Bridge of the nursrey rhyme - is just about ready to crumble and collapse these days?
God, weren't the Sunday papers depressing?
I was going to blog about the cuts to mental health myself, but I realised I wouldn't be capable of anything more articulate than "Patricia Hewitt: you utter, utter cunt."
I think more and more seriously about leaving the country all the time.
Why We're Not Here
Remembering Remembrance Day
The "FLUTTERBY" Campaign
I hope these help.
your humble servant,
Ancient Clown
genius!
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