What the charcoal tripod does to the pot is sheer racism.
It darken it and renders it barboonic
The tripod with it lumps of glowing coals are stern colonial overloads
They thrive upon the ravaging dimness coerced on others
Alas they've rendered us without might
And with ease we dampen our fights

A case of the pot calling the kettle black
Cause with their white blemish they are dark at heart
3000 pounds on entry sey na paradise?
I pity our condition oh for we tend to accrue too much admonitions on damned britain
Great(minute)britain with it heartless demands
I sure hope the lord crushes em beyond recognition
And one last thing great britain (your fada)