'Cheeky Bastards', or 'In Solidarity with the UCU Strikes'
Cheeky bastards, the lot of them -
Those sulky, stroppy traitors
Hateful, spiteful, disrupting
My train of thought.
my morals and my freedom
Greedy pampered whingers
Why does your money
Matter more than mine?
Cheeky bastards, those young bucks
To come for little
And stay for less.
Bright and brash and brilliant -
And his pockets.
You try to convince them that they are lucky.
Cheeky bastards, on the line
In the sand. Take a stand
On the stones of promised knowledge
Hallowed words and broken oaths
To serve and protect
The many know exactly where they stand.
Cheeky bastards, those old-timers
Security, fifty years aged in oak panelling,
Poured down someone else's throat.
More time saving, less time paving
The way for the future. Of course,
You say this.
It doesn't affect you.
Out of line, are they?
Short-changed, are we?
Victim, am I?
Sometimes I can't believe what comes out of your mouth.