MR RISING PRICE

MR RISING PRICE

by

Matt McGinn

Oh, Mr Rising Price, it’s time your mask was doon

There never was a bigger rogue in all the country roon

Ye raise the price of sugar and ye raise the price of shoes

Get your hands out o my pockets and off my fags and booze

They’re robbing fae the jewellers, they’re robbing fae the trains

The Flying Squad is after them wi their ill-gotten gains

But I know a bigger robber and he gets off scot-free

His name is Mr Rising Price and he robs fae you and me

Oh, Mr Rising Price, it’s time your mask was doon

There never was a bigger rogue in all the country roon

Ye raise the price of sugar and ye raise the price of shoes

Get your hands out o my pockets and off my fags and booze

We organised a union for a bigger piece of pie

The boss, he held his hand out, I’m telling you no lie

He raised our pay that Friday but I could soon see why

The other hand of that wee man was on the price of pie

Oh, Mr Rising Price, it’s time your mask was doon

There never was a bigger rogue in all the country roon

Ye raise the price of sugar and ye raise the price of shoes

Get your hands out o my pockets and off my fags and booze

You’ll find him in the Stock Exchange, clipping all his shares

He’s lurking in the corner shop, fixing prices there

You’ll see in Westminster, a lowly crawling snail

The biggest rogue in all the land, he should be in the jail

Oh, Mr Rising Price, it’s time your mask was doon

There never was a bigger rogue in all the country roon

Ye raise the price of sugar and ye raise the price of shoes

Get your hands out o my pockets and off my fags and booze