Fleecings, nothing more than fleecings,
HMOs naught more than fleecing thugs. . .
Roll you for your dough; spit in your face.
HMOs naught more than fleecing thugs.

Fleecings, in your wallet you'll feel them,
Managed care is a wretched world,
Causing, not stopping pain.

Fleecings, woe-oe-oe fleecings
Woe-oe-oe, fees will have you up in arms.

Fleecings, fleecings. . .
Gotta find that lost ewe
And fleece her by severing
Wool and pulling it apart.

Fleecing--she doesn't even feel it.
She'll run back to the ovine world
And grow it back again.

Fleecy, fleecy, the sweater
I bought you.
'Cause fleecings by HMOs
Threw you into the cold night.

Fleecings, HMO fleecings,
Woe-oe-oe, mock the motto "Do no harm."