I wrote this some time ago for Beethovens ninth; the guitar chords are easy - it's just a combination of D, A & G

Stuff Them

Stuff the ruddy Eurocratics and the federal EC dream
Tell them all to stick their edicts, and their fines and VAT
And their rules and regulations
Brussels louts can go to hell
Tie them up with metrication, throw them down the deepest well

We are but an island race, an island steeped in history
If we didn't know our place, we'll not be told what ought to be
Why should nations all be the same
Brussels sprouts can go to hell
And who should judge, apportion blame
For nations formed in liberty

Stuff the ruddy Eurocratics and the federal EC dream
Tell them all to stick their edicts, and their fines and VAT
And their rules and regulations
Brussels louts can go to hell
Tie them up with metrication, throw them down the deepest well

What is right and what is wrong, is not a easy thing to say
Might is right is not a fight, to overcome minorities
Respect is only earned from others
Brussels sprouts can go to hell
Nations can be joined as brothers
Without losing dignity

Stuff the ruddy Eurocratics and the federal EC dream
Tell them all to stick their edicts, and their fines and VAT
And their rules and regulations
Brussels louts can go to hell
Tie them up with metrication, throw them down the deepest well

Ross Scrivener 2004