God Rest You Merry, Gentlefolk Lyrics

God rest you merry, gentlefolk, let nothing you dismay

Loads of impoverished pensioners have died for you this day

Those poor blighters froze to death, "Heat or eat," they did say

All to provide you with your bonuses, 'cos you're fatcats

To provide you with your banking bonuses

God rest you merry, gentlefolk, let nothing you dismay

Loads of blameless disabled people died for you this day

Those poor souls' conditions worsened once they'd lost their pay

All to provide you with your bonuses, 'cos you're fatcats

To provide you with your banking bonuses

God rest you merry, gentlefolk, let nothing you dismay

Reflect upon how lucky you are on this winter's day

No need to live in the Third World to toil to make our way

All to provide you with your bonuses, 'cos you're fatcats

To provide you with your banking bonuses, 'cos you're fatcats

To provide you with your banking bonuses