ICTU SIPTU FUKU

(pictured – Is that Victor Jara?)

 

NO WAY! WE WON'T PAY! (well actually we will, all the same, anyway). 

Brother Number One Begg sat there on the committee of the Central Bank, presiding over the auditing of Anglo and the lads. 

We won't mention that because we don't even know - we just got out on the streets and Mundy did a song. We had a great time and all sang along. 

We let off steam and went home again and there'll be no national strike or anything like that because, fundamentally and absolutely, we're all full of crap. 

We don't really care about anything but our wage so if you don't go there we'll probably vote yous in again –
F fuckin F or F fuckin G or L fuckin A fuckin B. The alternatives to those three are fuckin comedy. 

So cut what you like, just don't cut me!
With a hey diddle dong and a fiddle dee dee.
ICTU SIPTU FUKU - Hee Hee Hee!