You keep saying you got something for us
Something called Brexit but confess
You just keep sayin' Brexit means Brexit
And no-one knows what is coming next
These boots won't get to Woking
Never mind London
Where the hell is Nigel
Oh he's such a little cunt
You keep hidin' when you oughta be marchin'
You keep lying in your hotel bed
You keep snorin' when you oughta be a'megaphonin'
That's right, that's right, that's right ya get
These boots won't get to Woking
Never mind London
Where the hell is Nigel
Oh he's such a little cunt
You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing
And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt (HAH)
I just found me a brand new box of matches (YEAH)
And I'm gonna set fire to your hotel curtains
These boots won't get to Woking
Never mind London
Where the hell is Nigel
Oh he's such a little cunt
