I cross ocean, poor and broke.
Take bus, see employment folk.
Nice man treat me good in there,
Say I need to see welfare.
Welfare say, you come no more,
We send cash right to your door.
Welfare cheques, they make us wealthy !
NHS, it keeps us healthy.
By and by, I get plenty money,
Thanks to you, you British dummy.
Write to friends in mother land,
Tell them come fast with cap in hand.
They come in Turbans and Ford trucks,
Buy big house with welfare bucks.
They all come here, we live together,
More welfare cheques, It gets better.
Fourteen families they move in,
But neighbours patience wearing thin.
British man he moves away,
Now I buy his house and say.
Find more immigrants for house to rent,
And in the yard I put a tent.
Everything is very good, and soon we own the neighbourhood.
We have hobby, its called breeding,
Welfare pay for baby feeding.
Kids need dentist, Wifes need pills.
We get free, we got no bills.
British crazy ! work all year,
To keep the welfare running here.
We think UK darn good place,
Too darn good for British race.
If they no like, then they can scram,
GOT LOTS OF ROOM IN .......AFGHANISTAN..
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