The Root Of All Evil

If Euro replaces the pound, 

It's still likely to be shiny and round

Rich may switch the way they feel rich 

But not the man who's alive, and the man who's drowned



Keeping pound, only makes sense 

If you're worth more than 99 pence

Those who have a lot and those who have not

Remain francs, marks, pesetas and cents



If money is the root of all evil

What does that make lover of pound?

We'll be eating frogs and modelling clogs

And you'll be hunting French and Dutch with a hound



Now a nation goes to the vote

So our country has its name on the note

Same set of people, same boat

Need their name in the back of their coat



Head or tails, can't have been won on

Whose head graced, whatever was spun.

If Queen's head's not on money they've got

It's still business, and money's still fun



If money is the root of all evil

What does that make lover of pound?

We'll be eating frogs and modelling clogs

And you'll be hunting French and Dutch with a hound



Now a nation goes to the vote

So our country has its name on the note

Same set of people, same boat

Need their name in the back of their coat



Now a nation goes to the vote

So our country has its name on the note

Same set of people, same boat

Need their name in the back of their coat