We don’t like wind turbines, we scream about fracking
We protest at nuclear and lobby MPs
We tell everybody we’re fighting the warming
Each time we email from our humming PCs
And every room has a compact fluorescent
And all of our heating is down two degrees
But just around solstice as winter is coming
We pay through the nose to light up house and trees.
So issue instructions to burn the gas faster
Call out for ‘Max-Gen’ at the power station please
The shops must be lit up, ignore the disaster
The gods of Commercialmas must be appeased.