I can’t speak his name,
The jolly old tool,
At it again last week,
The Liar, the blubbering PM
Stated again,
Getting it done lies.
He cannot help, it just flows,
From his lips,
Super League,
Freeport,
Vaccine rollout,
Due to leaving our friends o’er the Channel.
None of those were down to,
His getting it done.
But still the fools follow,
And vote for the hollow,
The jolly old chap
Who spouts endless crap.
He can’t get by on his wage,
He has to get bunged,
His pockets are lined,
He’s been bought and sold.
The liar, the cheat,
But still the fools’ vote
Without a care
For the corrupt,
The fellow so quare.
His tousled hair,
So wild and fair,
He has no shame,
Accepts no blame
Or loss of face,
For track and trace,
That world-beating lie.
Now it’s voter’s ID
and PR you see,
Another lie and obstruction,
Gerrymandering corruption.
