Over the hills and far away
  I fancy there’s a better life;
A sky that’s blue instead of grey,
  A somewhat bigger-titted wife,

An end to all these sodding bills,
  A bit more hair, a slimmer waist,
A son who isn’t hooked on pills,
  A daughter who is sweet and chaste.

Over the hills and far away
  There’s no confusion, lies or war.
It’s one long, carefree holiday
  With peace and love and joy galore,

And God makes His existence clear
  To settle doubting Thomases
And no one ever has to hear
  Nick Clegg make empty promises

Over the Hills and Far Away

© 2019 by Rob Stuart