A Talking Class Hero

As soon as you budge, they make you feel small
By giving no credit instead of it all
Till the red lineís so thin that itís no line at all
A federal Europe means nothing to me

They twit you at home and they hiss you in Nice
They rubbish endeavour and give you no peace
Till youíre so fucking tired your tongue starts to crease
A federal Europe means nothing to me

When youíre filled to the brim with their fancy cuisine
They say to your face they donít know what you mean
So you threaten a veto (though Robinís not keen)
A federal Europe means nothing to me

Thereís room for manoeuvre theyíre telling you still
They say that theyíll sugar your day-after pill
But I know the old pre-electoral drill
So a federal Europe means nothing to me

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[December 2000]

From the book Make Mine a Double

Tony Blair and Robin Cook battled it out at the Nice summit. It was the twentieth anniversary of the death of John Lennon (to whom, apologies)