There is a new tradition, unfortunate but true
Of songs that have been written on the rising cost of fuel
I sang one to the bailiffs, they took me for a fool
I'm absolutely skint and my gas bill's over-due
Energy providers, bleed us till we're dead
Like the homeless and the pensioners through suicide or debt
And I don't think it's funny, it shouldn't be the norm
If this is our last winter, I'm gonna make it warm

You know I love you cos the heater's on when you come round
You know I love you when the boiler makes that funny sound
You know I love you when the dial is red instead of blue
You know I love you cos I'll always pop the heating on for you

Another savage winter, right outside the door
...Siberia, in nineteen-eighty-four
Given into frostbite, I can't take much more
Or the draft excluders or ...:

You know I love you cos the heater's on when you come round
You know I love you when the boiler makes that funny sound
You know I love you when the dial is red instead of blue
You know I love you cos I'll always pop the heating on for you


Ordinarily, I get by
With a hot water bottle, some blankets by my side
Given the occasion I don't mind
My life may be in ruins, but you make it all seem fine

You know I love you cos the heater's on when you come round
You know I love you when the boiler makes that funny sound
You know I love you when the dial is red instead of blue
You know I love you cos I'll always pop the heating on for you

As long as that's still something I can do
I'll always pop the heating on for you