Salute to the F-35s

Salute to the F-35

Don't stop the cutbacks, we have no regrets

We know the real priority is fighter jets

Let the seniors starve, let the poor take the pain

We must all make our choices and our choice is plane

Let us fire food inspectors, they'll drain the public purse

(if you swallow that story, e coli won't be worse)

Let the jobless wait in a line that never ends

while we hand out the contracts to our corp'rate friends

So look out, social programs, we're getting out the knives

All we need is our F-35s

Oh we've rigged the bidding and we've cooked the books

so the auditor general can't call us crooks

We're defending our spending until the battle's won

on a wing and a ten billion dollar overrun

Let us build the floats for the victory parade

All that's left to decide is who we should invade

All it takes is a warplane to give us back our drive

All we need is an F-35

And it's hip hip hooray for Peter MacKay

Schooled in the way of the good old USA

He hoped that the big boys would finally let him play

'Cause he spent his finest hour renaming the peace tower

Said, "an F-35 would look great in my garage

And no one will look cooler coming from the fishing lodge"

So when caught in a lie, he just looked at the sky

And sung as he hung the civil service out to dry:

"Let the critics shout as the pressure keeps mounting

It's only a ten-billion difference in accounting

So smile, smile, smile and let's get out the cheques

'Cause there's just one aircraft that can meet our bogus specs

It's our one, one luxury in tough, tough times

(plus the prisons we're building for those unreported crimes)

Let our hearts swell with pride as a brand new day arrives

All we need is our F-35s"

When the poor and the helpless are fighting for their lives

We can let them eat F-35s

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