
By Richard Littlejohn with apologies to Bob Dylan đ
“How many pits must a man close down
Before we run out of coke?
How many North Sea oil rigs must shut
Before the UK goes broke?
Yes, and how many windmills must the countryside take
Before itâs beyond a sick joke?
Disaster, my friend, is blowinâ in the wind
Disaster is blowinâ in the wind.
Yes, and how many more must be dumped on the dole
Before the worm starts to turn?
Yes, and how long will we go on importing foreign coal
As if weâve got money to burn?
Yes, and how many times will the lights go out again
Before this madman will learn?
Disaster, my friend, is blowinâ in the wind
Disaster is blowinâ in the wind.
Yes, and how much higher will our gas bills have to go
So Miliband can play superhero?
Yes, and while the economy goes up in flames
Mister Ed fiddles madly like Nero,
Yes, and how many old folk will die from the cold
In futile pursuit of Net Zero?
Disaster, my friend, is blowinâ in the wind
Disaster is blowinâ in the wind.
And here is Miliband with his version (You can’t make this up! đ):









