Ye cannae get warmer wi Starmer
Ye’ll have tae pit up wi the cauld
Yer kids have the flu and yer fingers are blue but      
Ye’ll never get warmer wi Starmer.

Ye fancy a nice hot pie supper,
The thought has ye lickin yer lips,
But money is tight so tae keep on the light
Ye’ll have tae forget fish an chips…cos

Ye cannae get warmer wi Starmer
Ye’ll have tae pit up wi the cauld
Yer man has the flu and yer fingers are blue …but
Ye’ll never get warmer wi Starmer.

If yer auld and yer cauld there’s nae answer,
The pair folk must suffer the brunt,
It’s eatin or heatin, there’s nae chance o cheatin,
Oor country’s noo run by a crook….for

Ye cannae get warmer wi Starmer
Ye’ll have tae pit up wi the cauld
Yer man has the flu and yer fingers are blue …but
Ye’ll never get warmer wi Starmer.

Nae money for gas or for leccy
A blanket tae wrap roon yer knees.
Some candles at night while ye pray for the light
An hope there’s an end tae the freeze…but

Ye cannae get warmer wi Starmer
Ye’ll have tae pit up wi the cauld
Yer man has the flu and yer fingers are blue …but
Ye’ll never get warmer wi Starmer……naw
Ye’ll never get warmer wi Starmer.