Art bank robbery

 It's late in the evening and someone decides to dance

And then their seat is taken by someone who takes a chance

But he not only takes a chance, he steals a place and setting

Can you get what I'm getting at, is the chair just a symbol of you

It's an art bank robbery

It's late in the evening and the poets colour is draining

The tea and cake have worked a treat but in his heart it's raining

Then in from the cold come the foreign spies, except they're English lads

Out on a night,

They should be in the working men's club

Their colours are white their values are blue

But they've come into the art bank to rob it of its hue

They heckle at the singers, they cast their gazes around

As if we are all their enemies as if they expect the sound

Of tiny hearts a beating afraid of their cultural appropriation

But if they steal our music we give them it, 

It's an art bank robbery