There once was a Leader called Brian,
Who said things were great but was lyin’
"Sure there’s no housing bust
What’s all the fuss?
Just you keep buyin’ and buyin’."
Well the Bankers kept calling on Brian
And rounds of golf they were plyin’
"There’s a small little debt
That we need to offset
But sure after that we’ll be flyin"
So poor Ireland was sold down the drain
By those bastards who all lacked a brain
Or maybe they thought
They wouldn’t get caught
Riding their fat gravy train.
But now Brian’s in serious trouble
He’d huffed and puffed at that bubble
And then went it burst
He got him a thirst
And asked for his whiskey in double
So now the whole country hates Brian
And all of his cronies were vyin’
For the number one spot
To give it a shot
And be leader of a country that’s dyin’
Well Bri had his ‘craic agus ceoil’
And I think that was really his goal
He put up a good fight
But he’s just a gob-shite,
A dickhead, a buffoon, an ass-hole.
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