I’m dreaming of a tight Christmas,
Just like the one in ‘84.
When the minister’s gone fishin’
and people start wishin’
To the sound of an economy gone below.
I’m dreaming of a tight Christmas,
With every pathetic government slight.
You may take a ferry, or flight,
And leave Ireland long out of sight.
I’m dreaming of a tight Christmas,
A Christmas when the future’s shyte.
They get a raise and you get plight,
And may all your votes next year be spite.
Merry Recession everybody!
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Hoo boy. No wonder consumer confidence is so low
Come on Irish! FTW!