Halifax, whatchoo like? /

You haveta mess my money 'bout /

And this situation makes me shout, "Yike" /

And get nowt for nowt.

 

Th' money wuz ther', that relevant day /

And you even proved it was /

But now this month is sad and grey /

And it's your fault, just because.

 

So don't be soon sending me leaflets and the sort /

Saying you're a friendly bank of bankers /

For recently for me, you've scored a round naught /

So here's me saying, "Up yours 'mate', you're really a set of ".