British Gas
(Can be sung to the tune of Oxford Town by Bob Dylan)

British Gas, British Gas
The news blows down with an icy blast
It’s time to smash the poisoned glass
And shine a light on British Gas

British Gas they do not care
These days run by Centrica
Who demonstrate they don’t play fair
By all the workers working there

British Gas on a winter’s day
Said “We’ve got something to say
Now we plan to cut your pay
And if you don’t like it go away”

Here we go, the CEO
Is playing tough with a rosy glow
Targeting a knock-out blow
How could he ever stoop so low?

What does he intend to do?
To fire and rehire you?
On different terms of course it’s true
With lower wages coming through

Hear the man that came to speak
With the news so grim and bleak
The tick of a box and a flimsy tweak
Adds six more hours to your working week

Hear the workers all agree
We won’t be driven to our knees
Fighting back with the GMB
To stop this daylight robbery

Their struggle is our struggle too
Support must come from me and you
We cannot stop until it’s through
We are many, they are few

British Gas, British Gas
The news blows down with an icy blast
It’s time to smash the poisoned glass
And shine a light on British Gas