CD: "I'm interested in talking about policy,"

Sheesh, I was too busy having New Year to keep pace with the Authors subject swerves on this thread.

We're no longer discussing how rubbish everyone else's sense of humour is then! Jolly Good, we've finally ascertained that Carol's lyrics are neither clever, witty nor satirical. But they are good ol' foot-stompin' hilarity in a bar where people fall off their stools and smash their glasses (I'm sure said event had nothing whatsoever to do with any other legal drug! Tee Hee..). And as we've concluded that C's lyrics are not satirical, they are evidently simply a colourful example of her own personal attitudes about another group of human beings. Nice one Carol!

PS. Carol - isn't it about time you reminded us all (yet again) that you're a lucky "cancer survivor"? Unless you've failed to notice (though I'm certain you're intellectually above such commonplace observances) the 'poor me' victim plea kinda fails totally, because *you* fortunately lived while sadly other people (such as the smokers you are wishing an early death to in this song, for example) sadly don't.

PPS. As far as 'policy' is concerned, well unfortunately I did already know we were living in 1984 - but I do so just hate having my hippy dippy fantasies about freedom and human liberty disabused by Brown Shirts.