Ben Mark Smith - Live, Laugh, Love Lyrics

He likes to go on Facebook, getting angry all the time
His favourite source of information's the Daily Mail Online
He thinks the Union Jack's been banned and Christmas has been canceled
'Cause Farage and Tommy Robinson have him well and truly scrambled
He's got a wife called Karen, with hair as wide as him
Likes to act superior, 'cause her lights are fairly dim
He's a working class East-Midlander, Just like me and you
So don't be mad, he's just been had, let's sing and play some tunes
Live, Laugh, Love
As Karen likes to say
Live, Laugh, Love
He's got council tax to pay
Live, Laugh, Love
We're all in this together
So go grab a can and we'll waid through this stormy weather
He get's angry when these foreigners don't know the native tongue
But only knows pint por favor, which he bellows from his lungs
He's the king of Malia, with his goldie looking chain
And Karen can't get a bacon cob, so she's kicking off again
San Miguel on tap, he's had 4 pints before his breakfast
Pinched the cleaners bum and whispered something rather sexist
He's lathered up in carrot oil, looking quite the sight
The Germans towels are out again and he's down for a fight
Live, Laugh, Love
As Karen likes to say
Live, Laugh, Love
He's got council tax to pay
Live, Laugh, Love
We're all in this together
So go grab a can and we'll waid through this stormy, yes we'll waid through this stormy weather
He's not a bad lad really, just caught up in a bubble
Told by those with a lot, that those with the least are causing trouble
He grew up in a mining town, where unity was key
But the only key these Tories have is to snort their mates charlie
Live, Laugh, Love
As Karen likes to say
Live, Laugh, Love
He's got council tax to pay
Live, Laugh, Love
We're all in this together
So go grab a can and we'll waid through this stormy weather