Old punk rockers still a- ranting,
Blaming Capitalism, Tories, Thatcher,
They're gasping for breath now,
Mid fifties, panting,
Sweating, preaching to like minded people,
People pleasing,
Braying with banter like,
More equal pay,
But Not To Worry Eh!

Do-gooders doing but still hypocrites,
Born in the sixties,
But they still insist,
Life is Shit,
This country's Shit,
But they're doing alright,
Buttered up now,
Though still wanna fight,
For what?
To be fair,
They once got Blair!
But Not To Worry Eh!

The poor world,
That I unfurled....from,
My Dad, my Mom,
My half brothers, step sister,
second cousins, second mum,
But some of them worked hard,
No holds barred,
Some did alright,
Some were grungers,
Complete and utter spongers,
But Family Allowance,
The Welfare State,
Just great, pal, mate,
But Not To Worry Eh!

Education's not the best,
But what about the N.H.S?
What a blinkin....
Best we pay their managers less,
Maybe Dr's too?
The nurses, who,
Look after me and you,
Who, perhaps should,
Drink less,
Smoke less,
Get into fitness,
Eat less,
WHINGE less!
Save the N.H.S,
Ah bless,
But Not To Worry Eh!

The earth is drowning,
This planet is warming,
Big time warning,
From the young generation,
Who, haven't lived long yet,
And not going to get older,
They bet,
I bet,
They live plastically palatial,
With their plastic gadgets,
But they don't like polypropylene,
They do believe they're propa clean,
Do they realise that their excrement,
Is flushed an' sent,
In a swishing, swirling
Downward decent down
Plastic pipes,
Cripes!
Perfect precious people,
Politically correct,
But no regrets,
Not to worry eh!

They plead Governments,
Saving the planet procrastinations,
They'll have to fly to other constellations,
Well goodbye,
Good luck!
I remember a time ago,
'Bout quarter of a century,
Twas the gentry,
Oh no!
Twas some lefties,
Middle classes,
With their heads up their own...
Asc...ertaining...
Whether the windmills,
In their nymbyistic hills,
Were ok?
But no, not fine,
Dim turbines, not near us,
It's not fair,
But Not To Worry Eh!

Pray to Jusus,
Pray to God,
People praying to other didactic sods!
Now this poet,
Ranter, chanter,
Silly banter,
Has to become P.C.
He/she, daren't upset any other religious creeds,
Or mugwumped wokies!
Talk about greed,
Talk about care,
Do as I say,
And don't you dare,
Blaspheme, views extreme,
Don't need proof to see or touch,
Their deity is all around,
It's everywhere,
God help you all,
But Not To Worry Eh!

Recycle this, recycle that,
Don't eat meat,
Don't eat fat!
Save the planet,
Save some cats,
Fat Cats!
Nah, you don't like them,
Not happy with that,
Agriculture, ships and planes,
The Wright Brothers once were great,
Now bastard inventors,
Them and others,
They're to blame,
Posting on Arse-book,
Video trite,
Past it pop stars singing,
'The World's ran by cunts'..
Utter shite!
Perfect protesters,
Angry activists,
Warning!
Beware of religion!
Or what about that push button nuclear decision?
Of course, I'm a bastard, I don't care!
But Not To Worry Eh!

When their World is a utopia,
I'll be long gone,
But whilst those strive to get there,
With their protests,
Angry vitreolic songs,
They know best,
They're heaven sent!
I won't see a utopia,
Wouldn't want to be part of it,
And besides....
I wouldn't afford the rent!
But Not To Worry Eh!