The election is approaching and we are having a big Untrivial Pursuit Game at 2pm, Saturday 2nd May, outside of Boots in Exeter High street. Join the event on Facebook.
We will be joined by Diana Moore, Exeter’s Green Party Parliamentary Candidate, Issac Price-Sosner, candidate for the St James constituency, and Left Unity Candidate Ed Potts.
Music and poetry will be provided by Ryn, Tim King, Kimwei and Katie Moudry, including some satirical songs from UKe-IP, (the Ukelele Independebringing political parody to you through ukeleles. If you would like to play ukelele (guitars and mandolins also allowed, we’re not Uke-IPist) or to lend us your voice for the songs that would be great. The lyrics to the songs are found below.
Go right you’ll find UKIP there (To the tune of The Pet Shop Boy’s ‘Go West‘)
Go right, you’ll find UKIP there,
Go right, for homophobia
Go right, go towards the blue
Go right, cause Cameron’s there too.
Together, they’ll crush the NHS,
Together, ban all the immigrants,
Together, raise the national debt,
Together, cut all the benefits.
Go right, you’ll find UKIP there,
Go right, for homophobia
Go right, go towards the blue
Go right, cause Cameron’s there too.
Go left, life is peaceful there,
go left, to breathe the open air,
go left, where the skies are blue
go left, its what we all should do.
Leaving on a Debt plane – A Love song from Gryff Reese Jones to David Cameron
(To the tune of ‘Leaving on a Jet Plane’ by John Denver)
Actor Gryff Reese Jones said he will leave the U.K. if he has the pay the mansion tax of £30,000 Labour is proposing to put on property worth more than £3 million.
Verse
All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go
I’m standing here outside your door,
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.
But the dawn is breaking, it’s early morn,
taxes are waiting, I can’t ignore.
I’m so loaded, that I can’t deny.
Chorus
Don’t miss me, misfile for me
tell me that you’ll pay for me,
lets pretend there’s nothing that I owe.
I’m leaving on a debt plane
don’t know when I’ll pay tax again.
Oh, Dave, I hate to go.
Verse
I don’t know why you think its fair,
that the rich pay a bigger share,
can’t I just keep all of it for me.
HMRC is really yours,
what’s so wrong with breaking laws,
Starbucks can, so why can’t you let me.
Chorus
Don’t miss me, misfile for me
tell me that you’ll pay for me,
lets pretend there’s nothing that I owe.
Cause I’m leaving on a private jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll pay tax again.
Oh, Dave, I’ll miss you so.
I’ll miss you so.
Sing a song of six pences
Sing a song of six penses that have gone awry
four and twenty bankers baked in a pie,
when the pie was open they all began to sing
it wasn’t their fault that the banks had nothing.
King Georgie’s in the counting house, there isn’t any money,
the Queen just keeps her mouth shut, and eats her bread and honey,
Like the clothes out in the garden we’ve been hung out to dry
by bankers and shareholders who’ve stolen all the pie.
London Stocks are falling down
London stocks are falling down,
falling down, falling down
London stocks are falling down
My fair Cleggy.
Build them up with quantative easing,
quantative easing, quantative easing,
Build them up with quantative easing
my fair Cleggy.
Quantative easing doesn’ work,
doesn’t work, doesn’t work,
quantative easing doesn’t work
my fair Cleggy.
Build them up by making cuts,
making cuts, making cuts,
build them up by making cuts
my fair Cleggy.
Making cuts doesn’t work
Doesn’t work, doesn’t work.
Making cuts doesn’t work,
my fair Cleggy.
London stocks are falling down,
falling down, falling down.
London stocks are falling down
my fair Cleggy.
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