I Met A Man – The Song

This post is a singing version of the outstandingly good poem I Met a Man; or Hell In a Handcart written by Rick (and augmented by others) over at Flip Chart Fairy Tales.

I met a man who met a man who met a man who said,
“My work-shy next-door neighbour is a-swinging of the lead,
He says that he’s disabled but I know that limp’s a fake,
He’s not really sick, he’s just a shirker on the take.”

I met a man who met a man who’d been told by another,
That further down the street there lived a lazy single mother,
With twenty kids, a welfare cheque, a house just like a castle,
Prada, Gucci, Louboutin and a bank account in Basel.

I met a man who met a man who said he knew for sure,
That Britain’s welfare state is like an ever open door,
Anyone and everyone from here to Timbuktu,
Scrounging off the taxes that are paid by me and you.

I met a man who met a man who said it was a fact,
We’d never even notice if all council staff were sacked,
He also knew for certain, though how he wouldn’t say,
Those council fat-cat bosses earn a thousand pounds a day.

I met a man who met a man who swore that it was true,
Senior civil servants only work from ten till two,
Then off they go for lunch breaks in posh restaurants and bars,
And slope off home at tea time in their chauffeur driven cars.

I met a man who met a man who said he knew a bloke,
Sacked for telling nothing but a silly little joke,
The woman that he said it to is richer than a queen,
A million compensation for hurt feelings, it would seem.

I met a man who met a man who told a chilling tale,
(He knew that it was true because he’d read it in the Mail)
Of a Brave New Britain run by Muslims, reds and gays,
Coming to a street near you within the next few days.

I met a man who met a man who’d overheard by chance,
An evil EU plot to make Great Britain part of France,
They’ll make us drink in litres and put garlic on our bread,
And honest John and Jack must change to Jean and Jacques instead.

I met a man who met a man who said this country’s broke
He was laughing like a maniac but I swear this ain’t no joke
The guy gave me the creeps, came across real sinister
I swear I’ve seen that face before, hold on – it’s the Prime Minister!

I met a man who met a man who couldn’t understand
Why the Human Rights of Criminals had got so out of hand
They get let off with a warning if they lodge a guilty plea
And Ken Clarke is determined that all rapists should walk free

I met a man, who met a man, who’d been led to believe,
A secret BBC charter clause, commits them to deceive,
The biased corporation has long gone down the tubes,
So if you want some balance then look to Sky for news .

I met a man who met a man who spoke of Health’s low norms
& thus the pressing need for competitive reforms
Doctors ruled by bureaucrats, nurses drowned in paper
A dose of market discipline will end this silly caper

I met a man who met a man who told me he was sorry –
he didn’t see why I was scared and told me not to worry,
the genuinely sick, he said, would always be looked after
then turned and scrapped the Welfare State to please his lord and master.

Course Gordon didn’t meet a man, he met a lass called Duffy
She said the streets were all run down, and immigrants too scruffy.
Despite her sounding bigoted and making Gordon cower.
She’s now the chief of policy at CCHQ towers.

I met a man who met a man who said that it’s no wonder
With all these bums and scroungers that the country’s going under,
Things ain’t what they used to be so sound the warning bell,
Climb aboard the handcart for we’re on our way to hell.

Author: Doug Shaw

Artist and Consultant. Embracing uncertainty, sketching myself into existence. Helping people do things differently, through an artistic lens.

4 thoughts on “I Met A Man – The Song”

    1. Cheers Sukh – Rick’s fab idea got crowdsourced into something special over at his place and I just couldn’t resist bumbling in and having some fun with it 🙂

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