The People's Bloke

The People's Bloke is shallow blue,
With houses four, or maybe two.
No liar he, nor hypocrite;
He says so, and that settles it.

Then raise his living standard high;
To keep it up we live and die.
Though Tories flinch and Labour fear,
He'll keep his hair-do wavy here.

In office he will trounce the Frogs
And kick the Krauts and bash the wogs.
In Washington his praise be sung
As rectums open to his tongue.

Then raise his living standard high;
To keep it up we live and die.
With blood and sweat and toil and tears,
Our Head Boy talks away our fears.

Observe his squalling infant might,
Now all ahead seems dark as night.
With little deed and lots of vow,
He's ready for high office now.

Then raise his living standard high;
To keep it up we live and die.
Lukewarm reform for peers and Blears
Should get him through the next few years.

He well recalls the triumphs past
Of Him whose spin was hard and fast.
With burble bright, with blather plain,
He'll steer us right and some will gain.

Then raise his living standard high;
To keep it up we live and die.
Though foul corruption's head may rear,
The People's Bloke is in the clear.

The suits today are weak and base,
Their lobbied minds on pelf and place;
Glaze-eyed before the Murdoch frown,
Their arses up, their trousers down.

Then raise his living standard high;
To keep it up we live and die.
With New New Labour bent and sere
It seems we're stuck with Davey dear.

With spewing bile and bitter gall,
We'll see him rise until he fall.
Our dungeons dark and gallows grim
Seem fairly well approved by him.

Then raise his living standard high;
To keep it up we live and die.
Though Tebbit wince, let Davey cheer;
He's onto quite a good thing here.

with apologies to The Red Flag