A new plague has come
A disease rank and vile
A parasite element
Cunning is their style
You can't escape it's horror
It's hard to avoid
Preying on the injured, the aged
The unemployed
Just switch on the telly
Watch something you like
Not dear old Auntie Beeb
That's not where it resides
For this blood sucking nuisance
Is in the realms of commercial TV
Every fifteen minutes
There for all the world to see
Some fat bird falls over
Some would think that's funny
But some injury help line's out there
To rake in the money
The bombardment of these adverts
Is driving me crazy
A cavalcade of commercials
For the sick lame and lazy
Every quarter of an hour
During the normal working day
Loans, insurance and help for the injured
Cannot be held at bay
I don't care if Nationwide
Have got a great percentage rate
Better than all the other banks
It's really, really great
Injured through the fault of others
And your cash will be well spent
Just give it to the injury claims people
And they'll take their 90 per cent
Then you're left with a pittance
The situation really stank
Meanwhile those dirty, leeching scumbags
Are laughing all the way to the bank
You may be unemployed
With little or no money to spend
Step forward the loan company
With plenty of cash to lend
So borrow a couple of thousand
A decision you'll surely regret
The good times roll first of all
Then later you're in debt
How can you pay them back
When there's no money coming in
It's what those bastards prey on
To get right under your skin
Leeches the insurance folk
Leeches the money lenders
Leeches the injury help line people
The bank and finance vendors
