If I Had Possession Over Pancake Day Lyrics

Outside Goldsmith's coughing up blood
Turner Prize judge gasps "Christ that's good:
Leave it as it is, it'll get first place
We'll call it 'A full shift at the coal face'".
Oh well you're neither a Stuckist or a Y B A
And you're no longer a miner as of today.
Praise for the wardens ready to fine
Anyone caught saying 'graphic design'
Rag mag seller said I'd be in pleats
Only when he'd been cleaned from the streets.
Oh I could squeeze my lemon 'til my blues went away
If I had possession over Pancake Day.
Give a philosophy student a glass of limeade
And he will say 'is this a glass of limeade?'
And 'if so, why is it a glass of limeade?'
And after a while he'll die of thirst.