Whenever I have any spare cash
I give it all to
Charity
She appeals to me
everynight
On pay per view TV
Whenever I have any spare cash
I give it all to
Charity
She appeals to me
everynight
On pay per view TV
I’ve just seen an appeal on TV
The plight is so
unfair
Reuniting the
separated
Lids with the
tupperware
I made a huge donation
To a Donkey Charity
As they were being
abused
At the donkey
spanktuary
After the scandal of aid workers
And their
relationships with prostitutes
They needed to be
reminded it seems
That they were there
for the destitute
Cheryl Cole like other celebs
Feels she’d like to do
her bit
And she wants to fight
Malaria
Because you’re worth
it
How they exploit our compassion
With emotional
blackmail
They paint us
Pitiful tableaux’s
Of fly ridden waifs
Babies at barren
breasts
Or portrait images
Of sad saucer eyed
children
Beaten and bruised
Or maybe its pictures
Of Maltreated beasts
That pluck at your heartstrings
The tactics used are
quite crude
But anything goes
In the “No holds
barred”
World of charity
fundraising
As long as they can
extract
Our 3 pounds a month
While the poor
unfortunates,
The sad stars of the
charity show
Are merely lost leaders
I’ve just seen an appeal on TV
The plight is so
unfair
Reuniting the
separated
Lids with the Tupperware
I can’t believe the size of my water bill
It’s really getting me
down
According to Oxfam for
£3 a month
I can supply a whole
town
Just 3 pounds a month
From me and you
Will help to pay the
lease
On their luxury HQ
Not happy just to pester me in life
The Red Cross want me
instead
To change my last will
and testament
To take my money when
I’m dead
Just 3 pounds a month
Will help them meet
their quota
So, the fund raisers
can drive
Their 30 grand motor
I supported the Red Cross
For many Years
But their hard sell
tactics
Brought me to tears
Not content with
My monthly
subscription
They bombarded me with
requests
Of every description
First, they told of
troubles
In foreign lands
I said “I can’t pay
more
Than what I had
planned”
So, they thought a
change of tack
Will open my wallet
And told me what they
did
In Nether Wallop
Emails and letters
Calling with the hard
sell
Well, I’ve had enough
They can go to hell
The Red Cross are getting greedy
Not happy to just milk
me in life
They want me to will
them a percentage
Of what should go to
my wife
A scandal has broken
Of the very worst kind
It’s totally
unforgivable
To my way of mind
That fraud Pudsey Bear
Isn’t really blind
I went to an Animal shelter today
I wasn’t impressed as
a matter of fact
It was incredibly
small an pokey
There wasn’t enough
room to swing a cat
After the scandal of aid workers
And their relationships with prostitutes
They needed to be reminded it seems
That they were there for the destitute
I ran the Cake stall at the Village Fete
Charging
50 pence per bake
Well,
that’s not exactly true
I
charged more for “Madeira cake”
How they exploit our compassion
With emotional blackmail
They paint us
Pitiful tableaux’s
Of fly ridden waifs
Babies at barren breasts
Or portrait images
Of sad saucer eyed children
Beaten and bruised
Or maybe its pictures
Of Maltreated beasts
That pluck at your heartstrings
The tactics used are quite crude
But anything goes
In the “No holds barred”
World of charity fundraising
As long as they can extract
Our 3 pounds a month
While the poor unfortunates,
The sad stars of the charity show
Are merely lost leaders
When I saw the famine victims of Ethiopia
I
said I felt no sympathy for their plight
Flies
busy around eyes nose and mouth
I
said I felt nothing certainly not contrite
Why
did they still have babes at the breast?
Making
babies after four years of famine
They
could make babies but not find food
Suffering
in ways I could not imagine
I
refused to be affected by the images
When
I saw aids sufferers on television
I
was Angry at the emotional blackmail
I
said that my heart felt no compassion
When
I saw the famine victims of Ethiopia
I
said I felt no sympathy for their plight
Flies
busy around eyes nose and mouth
I
said I felt nothing certainly not contrite
Why
did they still have babes at the breast?
Making
babies with lesions on the skin
They
could make babies despite illness
Suffering
in ways I could not imagine
I
refused to be affected by the images
When
I saw aids sufferers on television
I
was Angry at the emotional blackmail
I
said that my heart felt no compassion
When
I see the suffering in the world
I
feel helplessness for their awful plight
Flies
busy around eyes nose and mouth
Because
they had no strength left to fight
Of
course, they still had babes at the breast
Because
making babies is just life continuing
They
could still make babies despite all
Suffering
in ways beyond my imagining
It’s
impossible not to be affected by images
When
I see the suffering on television
Despite
the cruel emotional blackmail
Of
course, my heart feels compassion
I can’t believe the size of my water bill
It’s really getting me down
According to Oxfam for £3 a month
I can supply a whole town