Clacton Riviera

Im fed up with the bullshit [Verse 1] We used to be a country of plurality, A centre ground, a shared reality. But Nigel came chasing fame, Selling outrage for crypto gain. [Chorus] Trash talking on the Clacton Riviera, Snake-oil fire sale, Farage memorabilia. Trash talking on the Clacton Riviera, Same old sermon, new hysteria. [Verse 2] He said he’d come to right the wrongs, Preaching to the swelling throngs. “Behold,” he cried, “the cure, the truth,” Then bent the facts to fit the booth. [Chorus] Trash talking on the Clacton Riviera, Snake-oil fire sale, Farage memorabilia. Trash talking on the Clacton Riviera, Same old sermon, new hysteria. [Verse 3] Is that Farage behind the ballot box? Trotters straying near the trough? Was his career circling the drain, While he missed the perfect gravy train? [Bridge — radio voice] Oh, is that trash talking? Is Farage walking? Just that trash talking, Tell me no lies. [Final Chorus] Trash talking on the Clacton Riviera, Snake-oil fire sale, Farage memorabilia. Trash talking on the Clacton Riviera, Same old sermon, new hysteria. [Outro] Just that trash talking, Tell me no lies.