Through Good Times And Bad

Rah rah; it's two thousand and five!
The Conservative Party's alive!
I'm the nice chap from Sales
Who'll keep us on the rails,
And stop us from taking a dive!

Whoopee; it's two thousand and ten!
Our snouts in the trough once again!
As a salesman I'm sold,
And now into the cold
Will go Cleggy and his little men!

It's twenty-thirteen; such a bore,
With the proles coming back to the fore.
Why do you blame me?
Why can you not see?
I'm a salesman, that's all, nothing more!

Davey Fitztony