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🎤 “Angry Grandma (Send the Buggers Back)” is a soul-gospel satire built around a fictional character — a fiery grandmother who’s had enough of modern politics, media spin, and being told what to think.

Through humour and soul-inspired storytelling, the song paints a portrait of frustration in everyday life — the clash between real-world struggles and distant decision-makers. It’s not about sides or slogans; it’s a tongue-in-cheek look at how ordinary people feel unheard and misunderstood.

🎶 Featuring a blend of soul, gospel, and satire, this track uses irony and character to spark conversation and a few laughs along the way.
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📜 A song about voices rarely heard — delivered with groove, grit, and a wink.

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Lyrics

I was a sweet old granny, but now I'm burning mad
They took my winter fuel allowance, to fund the Jihad
They arrest people for speaking out, or posting tweets
Whilst illegals molest women and children in the streets
Cold and forgotten I'm screaming out loud
Labelled a villain by the suited crowd


Make them pack
Send the beggars back
Grandma’s got her Union Jack
Her fuel allowance gone
Her patience snapped
Make them pack
Send the buggers back
Make them pack
Send the buggers back
Send the buggers back!

The hotel here used to serve afternoon teas
Now closed to the public, it's full of refugees
They have en-suite bathrooms, unlimited shower gel
Too lazy to use them, they really fucking smell
They get free phones, laptops and satellite TV
All paid for by tax payers like you and me!

I lost my first husband in the war,
This isn't the Britain so many died for.
I see veterans sleeping under the stars,
Ravaged by physical and mental scars.

Make them pack
Send the beggars back
Grandma’s got her Union Jack
Her fuel allowance gone
Her patience snapped
Make them pack
Send the buggers back!
Make them pack
Send the buggers back
Send the buggers back

They call me racist, they call me far right,
lefties in mansions, no illegals in sight
Their kids go to Hogwarts, wrapped in bubbles
Safe from knife crime and grape troubles
In gated communities, they sleep sound at night
Ignorant of our struggles, ignoring our plight

Labels stick like frost on glass
You can’t erase me you can’t bypass
This house may crumble this town may fall
But I’ll scream till they hear it all
Make them pack
Send the beggars back!
Make them pack
Send the buggers back...
Make them pack
Send the buggers back...
Send the buggers back...
Send the buggers back!