Daftland

We live in a country called Daftland, the Britain we knew is no more Where sensible people do ludicrous things or risk breaking some Daftland law.

In Daftland we've police dogs with muzzles, lest the villain has cause to complain And to steal from the shops then say "sorry" means you're free with no stain to your name

You'd better leave lights on in buildings when you lock up and go home at night 'Cause the burglars might hurt themselves entering and there's no way you'd be in the right

When speaking, be wary in Daftland as some terms that you've used all your life Now have connotations unintended and you'll end up in all sorts of strife

We elect politicians in Daftland to give us the laws of the land Yet eight laws in ten now come from abroad, the whole thing has got out of hand

The borders are open to Daftland and of migrants there's no keeping track Just a few of the thousands illegally here, will ever be caught and sent back

The exception to this is the hero, who fought for this land in the war He's old and he's sick he might cost us a bit so he's not welcome here any more

When the history is written of Daftland historians may well recall That the craziest people in Daftland were the public who put up with it all