verse 1
D Am G Am
I was born in fifty-four but I fought in the war
D Am C G
Now I mow my lawn to set our country free
D Am G Am
I like to talk about keeping Johnny foreigner out
D Am C E
And retiring to the south of Spain for me. Olé!
C D G C
Hypocrisy’s my answer; I think paella causes cancer
C D G
I’m a disciple of the Daily Mail
Instrumental
D Am G Am
D Am C G
verse 2
D Am G Am
It was my uncles, not me, who died in forty-three
D Am C G
My Dad came home to make this country new
D Am G Am
But I’ve forgotten that, when I cry ‘send them back’
D Am C E
And kneel before a flag that’s deepest blue. Boris!
C D G C
Bigotry’s my answer; Immigrants cause cancer
C D G
I’m a disciple of the Daily Mail
Instrumental
D Am G Am
D Am C G
D Am G Am
D Am C E
verse 3
D Am G Am
My investments are singing; my house is worth a million
D Am C G
My dodgy hip has been replaced for free
D Am G Am
But now that all that’s done, I’ve no interest in the young
D Am C E
I only care about what’s good for me. Fuck you!
C D G C
Ignorance is my answer; The NHS causes cancer
C D G
I’m a disciple of the Daily Mail
Instrumental
D Am G Am
D Am C G
D Am G Am
D Am C E
C D G C
C D G
verse 4
D Am G Am
The experts are all wrong unless Dacre nods along
D Am C G
It’s all a conspiracy; don’t you see?
D Am G Am
The world’s left me behind; so in my tiny mind …
D Am C E
… I just hate anyone that’s not like me. Sieg Heil!
C D G C
Misery’s my answer; I think reggae causes cancer.
C D G
I’m a disciple of the Daily Mail
C D G C
Stupidity’s my answer; I think everything causes cancer!
C D G
I’m a disciple of the Daily Mail
C D G C
All the shit that’s in my head; The world’ll be better when I’m dead!
C D G
I’m a disciple of the Daily Mail
C D G
I’m a disciple of the Daily Mail