To the tune of tomorrow belongs to me
The sun in the newsagent is scummy old porn.
The Griffin on TV runs free.
But gather together to greet the storm.
Tomorrow belongs to BNP
The page of Mail is creepy and mean,
The slime gives its gold to BNP
But somewhere the Tories awaits unseen.
Tomorrow belongs to we.
The Brown is unable he's telling us lies
Dave Cameron embarrasses me
But soon, says an email
"Arise, arise,
Tomorrow belongs..."
To BNP.
