Somewhere Over the Budget

"Somewhere Over The Budget" "What a Wasted World"
 a Newfoundland and Labrador Lament

Somewhere over the budget
Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
now will go Bye Bye

Somewhere over the budget

Blue backbenchers fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really don't come true ooh oh

Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the Tories are far behind me
Where trouble melts like Muskrat drops
High above Holyrood chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Oh, somewhere over the budget backbenchers fly
And the dream that you dare to,
Oh why, oh why can't I?

Well I see trees of debt and red ink too,
I'll watch them saddle me and you
And I think to myself
What a wasted world

Well I see skies of blue
And I see clouds of blue
And the light during the day
I like the dark
And I think to myself
What a darknl world

The colors of the Muskrat so clear in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends clasping hands
Saying, "What did they do?"
They're really saying,  oh we're screwed.

I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more than we'll know
And I think to myself
What do they think of their world

Someday I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the Tories are far behind me
Where trouble melts like Muskrat drops
High above the Holyrood chimney top
That's where you'll find me

Oh, somewhere over the budget way up high
And the dream that you dare to, what oh what did they do?