This is the house of Nigel Farage,
Polish mechanic is sat in his garage,
Milano coffee in the pot, but if the kettle’s black,
He’ll bounce into his beemer and he’ll beam that bastard back
To Ikea, “The champagne tastes excellent this year,
“But my Romanian doctor says I need more Rioja
“To calm my bad blood”.
“So I told him to fxck off ’til he praised my own God,
Who speaks English, kills foxes, drowns gays in the floods”.