Thread by @chriostoir_g

Saw a comment earlier and it's inspired another monster plagiarism thread - this time about Brexit and a fucked up Xmas. Buckle up kids...
#BrexitDay

With apologies to Jem Finer, Shane MacGowan and the beautiful Kirsty McColl, this is 'BJ's Song (A Fairytale of Brexit)'

Twas Brexit Eve babe
In the drunk tank
A young man said to me
They took my future.
And then he sang a song
An ode to joy, or two
I turned my face away
And dreamed about EU.

We're the unlucky ones
Remain was ten to one
I've got a feeling
This year is not for EU
So stuff your Brexit
I hate you, Boris
I see a better time
When all our dreams come true.

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But their greed cuts right through you
It's no place for the old.
When asked for my vote
On a cold Christmas eve
You promised me
Good times were waiting for me.

You're a liar
You're petty
King of London city
When the House finished playing
We howled out 'ORDEERRRR!'
The Speaker was swinging
The Tories were minging
We huddled on corners
And cried through the night.

The boys in the Bullingdon Club choir
Were singing while we paid
And the bells were warning us
Of Brexit Day.

You're a bum
You're a punk
Poor old Michael's a drunk
Just falling about, in the House
Off his head
You scumbag
You maggot
You cheap lousy shagger
Happy Brexit - me arse
I pray God it's our last.

The boys in the Bullingdon Club choir
Were singing as we paid
And the bells were warning us
Of Brexit Day.

We could have been someone
And not just anyone
You took our dreams away
When we first saw you
We keep hope burning
Alive and shining
We can't make it all alone
We built our dreams around EU.

The boys in the Bullingdon Club,
Unrepentant, while we paid
And the bells are warning us
Of Brexit Day.

/end.