What Labour Stole My Grandma's Pension is about
A comic protest song about a grandmother wearing three jumpers to make her tea. After forty years of work and one letter "full of careful words", she makes a sign from a Christmas box, gathers half the street and bangs her stick on the constituency door.
Labour Stole My Grandma's Pension lyrics
Granma’s got her coat on indoors
Tea gone cold and a draught through the floor
Worked forty years with a bad left knee
Now she’s heating the house with the BBC
Got a letter full of careful words
She read it twice, then frightened the birds
Said, Fetch my boots and my shopping bag
I’ve got a few thoughts for the parliamentary lads
They say, Be patient, tighten your belt
She says, Come round and feel what I felt
One bar glowing, the meter runs
She’s saving her fury for the well-fed ones
Labour stole my Granma’s pension
That’s her cry—now pay attention
You can argue what the figures mean
She’s wearing three jumpers just to make her tea
Labour stole my Granma’s pension
Here she comes with a few objections
You brought a slogan, she brought a bill
And a mouth no minister’s managed to still
She’s got a biscuit tin full of receipts
And a sharper tongue than the local police
Watched the speeches, switched them off
Said, That lad’s never cleaned a factory bog
Now she’s made herself a protest sign
On the back of a box from Christmas time
The spelling’s rough but the point is clear
YOU TRY LIVING ON THIS ROUND HERE
They say, The sums are terribly tight
She says, Your office looks warm tonight
Polished shoes on a polished floor
She’s banging her stick on the constituency door
Labour stole my Granma’s pension
That’s her cry—now pay attention
You can argue what the figures mean
She’s wearing three jumpers just to make her tea
Labour stole my Granma’s pension
Here she comes with a few objections
You brought a slogan, she brought a bill
And a mouth no minister’s managed to still
Don’t pat her hand
Don’t call her dear
Pull up a chair
There’s a draught right here
She paid her way
She did her shift
Now somebody’s calling
Her comfort a gift
Labour stole my Granma’s pension
She’s outside—did we mention
You can argue what the figures mean
She’s brought half the street and a tambourine
Labour stole my Granma’s pension
Hear that stick? That’s your next election
You brought a slogan, she brought a bill
And a mouth no minister’s managed to still
Granma! Granma
Give ’em hell
She’s nicked their pen
And the biscuits as well