We can all point the finger
At who we want tae blame
They say there is nae discipline
But that begins at hame!
That right was taken from us
By an MP talking crap
"Reason with your children.
Cause noo ye cannae slap!"
Noo the teachers are resigning
Cause the kids hey have no fear
They never should have banned the belt
Or a good clip roon the ear!
My mother often hit me
And noo she's eighty-five
But still I don't defy her
I'd no get oot alive!
I wish the answer was easy
As "sending in wee grannies!"
Armed with their walking sticks
Tae stop this bunch of fannies!
They're rioting in London
But for reasons naebody's sure
It started cause a man got shot
But noo it's cause they're poor!
They say they hivnae goat a job
It leaves them strapped for cash
So they'll just go doon tae P.C. World
And the windaes they will smash
They'll take themselves a laptop
A camera and a flat screen
They'll leave behind destruction
Wherever they have been!
They're setting homes on fire
Destroying cars and looting
The polis cannae use much force
Though their arses need a booting!
They've arrested o'er four hundred
But that's a waste of time
They cannae jail them anyway
So they soon get back to crime!
They jails are full to burstin
They hivnae goat a cell
The judges wulnae lock them up
They let them oot as well!
They should round the thievin bastards up
And send them on a plane
Straight oot to Afghanistan
And let them fight again!
That way they have goat a joab
At which they're quite adept
Fighting for a salary
And get them oot of debt!
Written by Isobel Hay