Bunting and Butties: Satirical song roasting UK's lost community spirit, from bunting streets to triple-locked doors amid immigration fears!
Dive into "Bunting and Butties," a ~4-minute irreverent satirical track that nostalgically contrasts "good old days" of flapping bunting, shared butties, unlocked doors, and patriotic street parties with today's reality of paranoia, razor wire, and distrust fuelled by illegal neighbours and cultural shifts. With cheeky Northern slang and blunt choruses, it mocks how community spirit has "gone to pot," politicians line pockets while towns feel foreign, and waving the flag risks arrest. This edgy parody hits hard on national decline, lost trust, and immigration's role in eroding old Blighty's neighbourly vibe – perfect for fans of political satire, anti-woke roasts, British culture commentary, and provocative takes on modern UK life in 2026.
Delivers dark laughs and sharp truths on faded pride and rising fear – fully YouTube-compliant. Nostalgia meets outrage in this rebellious banger!
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Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
In the good old days, streets burst with cheer,
Bunting flapping high, pints of beer.
Butties piled up, kids in the fray,
Adults gossiping the day away.
Unlocked doors, trust in every home,
Patriotic pride, we weren't alone.
[Chorus]
Now it's buggered, mate, proper gone to pot,
Doors triple-locked, trust? We ain't got a jot!
After dark? Nah, we're shitting bricks inside,
Illegal neighbours got the whole street petrified!
Community spirit? What a sodding laugh,
Now it's "who's that bloke?" Is it a taff?.
Wave the flag? You'd get arrested, dear,
Old Blighty's knackered — bottoms up, cheers!
[Verse 2]
Flags waved proud, games for the tots,
Neighbours like family, sharing the lot.
Gossip and laughs, no fences so high,
Now it's razor wire under the sky.
Doors double-locked, curtains drawn tight,
Migrants next door? What a frightful sight!
[Chorus]
Now it's buggered, mate, proper gone to pot,
Doors triple-locked, trust? We ain't got a jot!
After dark? Nah, we're shitting bricks inside,
Illegal neighbours got the whole street petrified!
Community spirit? What a sodding laugh,
Now it's "who's that bloke?" must be a taff?.
Wave the flag? You'd get arrested, dear,
Old Blighty's knackered — bottoms up, cheers!
[Bridge]
Blame the invaders, the shadowy horde,
Turning our towns into a foreign ward.
No more parties, no sense of 'we,'
Just paranoia, as far as eye can see.
Politicians shrug, pockets lined fat,
While we cower inside—imagine that!
[Chorus]
Now it's buggered, mate, proper gone to pot,
Doors triple-locked, trust? We ain't got a jot!
After dark? Nah, we're shitting bricks inside,
Illegal neighbours got the whole street petrified!
Community spirit? What a sodding laugh,
Now it's "who's that bloke?" another taff?.
Wave the flag? You'd get arrested, dear,
Old Blighty's knackered — bottoms up, cheers!
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