They call me the “Double-Dipper of Dipton”,
Because I’m a double-dipping dickhead,
But at least I’m doing better than this loser,
Who’s got a park bench for a bed.
My cuff links are by Tiffany,
My suit is Pierre Cardin
And Ive long since ditched my farmers boots
For new ones all for show
Some folks have called me stingy,
And pandering to those with more
But as with generous tax cuts
I give alms to all the poor
And tho I disaprove ,
Of homeless on our streets
I gift my threadbare gumboots
To wear upon his feet
Those gumboots are so filthy,
From paddock and milking shed
Yet stained with the honest toil
The KIWI druggie workers dread!
six munce argo i carn’t evn spell prime munsta an’ now I arr one!
How luckee do you feel?
Need a coupla grand to stay in a motel? Shit…we’re swimming in it!
You try to help them and all they are is ungrateful.
They call me the “Double-Dipper of Dipton”,
Because I’m a double-dipping dickhead,
But at least I’m doing better than this loser,
Who’s got a park bench for a bed.
My cuff links are by Tiffany,
My suit is Pierre Cardin
And Ive long since ditched my farmers boots
For new ones all for show
Some folks have called me stingy,
And pandering to those with more
But as with generous tax cuts
I give alms to all the poor
And tho I disaprove ,
Of homeless on our streets
I gift my threadbare gumboots
To wear upon his feet
Those gumboots are so filthy,
From paddock and milking shed
Yet stained with the honest toil
The KIWI druggie workers dread!
six munce argo i carn’t evn spell prime munsta an’ now I arr one!
How luckee do you feel?
Need a coupla grand to stay in a motel? Shit…we’re swimming in it!
You try to help them and all they are is ungrateful.
“It’s called a Poll Tax…”
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