A Protest Song in the best traditions!!

When  our reps are asked what our issues are, this could perhaps be sung - to the tune
of "the man who waters the workers beer" - Ray Butler

(Chorus)
I'm the man, the  very fat man who ruins the nation's cut
I'm the man, the very fat man who  ruins the nation's cut
...
What do I care if they fill them in or whether they're open or shut
I get  footballers' wages and bonus outrageous
for ruining the nation's cut


Standing by the waterside on a summer's day
watching shiny time share boats washing the banks away
Not a dredging crew in sight I murmur “Praise  the Lord”
And praise too the directors of the Waterways’s Board
 
(chorus)

See the friendly boating folks, paying through the nose 
Scratch their heads and wonder where their licence money goes
Bankrupt pubs,  failed building sites, empty marina berths
Don't the Board try hard to give  us all our money's worth?

(Chorus)

Sack the staff and flog  the plant and contract out the works
Pay out twice or thrice the price and  get a tenth its worth
Let the weeds grow head high right up to the towpath  edge
And let the cut fill up with mud and segs you won't afford to dredge


(Chorus)

Where are Rolt and Aikman's heirs, the guardians of  the cut?
Not a peep about this stuff – their mouths seem welded shut
Caring is emotional - its trust seats that they crave
While their  campaigning founders lie - a spinning in the grave


(chorus)