I hear that you have changed your famous recipe
From eight teaspoons of sugar down to four
And now a nation mourns that rotting their teeth
Will take them twice as long as before
Irn Brury
Fire and Fury
Oh how sweet that flavour used to be
Now it’s only imitation
Like that imitation presidency
That book tells us the baby has been coddled
He’s a little bit cunty, we’re a little bit rock n roll
So we should send our Irn Bru to Donald
Cos we’re still second in obesity levels
Irn Brury
Fire and Fury
Oh how weird his haircut seems to be
But it has its limitations
Like the elastic on his nappy
