Charlie Goes Skiing

Charlie saw an advert for some beer Then he went and bought some beer Charlie saw an advert for a skiing holiday And then he went on holiday skiing He didn't really like the way it tasted And he ended up spending all of his savings But that was beside the point See, Charlie used to pray for so many things But then one day he got bored of asking Now Charlie doesn't pray for anything He puts his faith in the strength of a free market Economy And honestly Everything was easy now He just did what he was told Everything was simple now He just bought what he was sold And he never worried about the fate of his immortal soul He'd just buy himself a new one when his got too old Every pop-up was a psalm to him Every cold call a sermon Every canny piece of marketing Only served to reaffirm his sense of purpose Now an attractive lady on the television was preaching about Mis-sold payment protection insurance Charlie diligently dialled the numbers on the screen And after a brief chat with a nice, polite Geordie It seemed he may indeed have a valid claim "Hooray!", Charlie exclaimed "Praise be!", exclaimed Charlie