Please feel free to change the gender of the singer as necessary, for example, replace ‘man’ with ‘woman’.

I’m a customs union man,
So proud of what I am,
I say what I thinks◊, that Brexit stinks!
I’m a customs union man.

As we reach the end of the debate,
With government in such a state,
With a hell of a shout, it’s “Were not going out!”
We’ll seal the Prime Minister’s fate.

Chorus
Oh, you won’t get me, out the customs union
You won’t get me, out the customs union
You won’t get me, out the customs union
‘Til the day I die
‘Til the day I die

Us union folk were wise,
To the VoteLeave porky pies◊◊,
And we’re dead cool, we were not fooled,
We could read between the lines!

And we are going to get our way,
‘Cause Brexit we’ll delay,
We’ll explain their fate, to the electorate
And this is what they’ll say:

Chorus (audience to join in noisily)
Oh, you won’t get us, out the customs union
You won’t get us, out the customs union
You won’t get us, out the customs union
‘Til the day we die!
‘Til the day we die!

Finale
So though I’m a Labour♦ man♦♦,
I can ruin the government’s plan,
And though I’m a card, I can play real hard!
Makes me some kind of superman!♦♦♦

 

◊ (sic)
◊◊ colloquial expression
♦ ‘Labour’ can be replaced by ‘Tory’, ‘Liberal’ or another adjective
♦♦ The gender can be changed
♦♦♦ ibid