(always begin like that)
Now Jimmy Brown
He went to town,
But all the people said,
“We’re rationed in our jam, you know,
Likewise our cheese and bread;
But we’ve lot of politicians
And Ministers galore,
We’ve got enough of them and, gee!
We don’t want any more.”
_Chorus._
We’ve had heaps and heaps and heaps of Mr. SMILLIE
(Loud cheers);
We’ve had heaps and heaps and heaps of our M.P.
(Significant chuckles);
At political carouses
We’ve had heaps of (paper) houses
But though we WAIT, no houses do we SEE (Bitter
laughter).
The khaki-boys were good enough for fighting,
But now we hear the khaki-coat is barred;
If they ration us in Mr. WINSTON CHURCHILL,
Why, anyone may have my ration-card! (Uproar.)
All you have to do now is to work in some more topics. I don’t think I
shall do any more now. The truth is, that that verse has rather taken
it out of me.