My Name Is
My name is Iris
And I got the virus
You say you've got it too
But you can't sneeze
With the greatest ease
And your lips aren't turning blue
My names Freedy
And I'm good and ready
For to give you what I got
Don't wash my hands
I got swollen glands
And a half a pound of snot
My names Ttump
A windswept orange lump
And I'll beat that bad kung-fu Flu
Show my tour de force
On that old golf course
Then I'll build a wall or two
My name is Vladimir
Communism shows I care
Making sure my people's sharing vot day got
Charity begins at home
I live in my Kremlin home
And make sure they'll not be pushing in my pot
My name is Queen mum
My birthdays soon to come
But a knees up on the cards is sure to scare ya
There's no need to wrap my presents
As I'm off out shooting peasants
I'll show you how it's done in old Bavaria
My name it is Varadkar
Peeps, we've gone and made it this far
Our nations sure to go and make the cut (ask the banks)
If they find an antidote
To make sure we won't get smote
I'll volunteer to take one in the butt!
My name of course is Bush
My lifestyles rich and plush
We've been around at least three generations
Gramps was jailed in Hitlers service
Pops and grandson make folk nervous
Corona's not a patch on our infestation
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