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The Last Remaining Socialist - Apart From Bernie, That Is

Hark! That rustling of the leaves makes me wobbly at the knees, or did I dream of Thatcher’s ghost chasing "wets" from post to post? · When Tony Blair bashed up Hussein, no Robin Hood at home bought gain. Who then yet may save the day? Who remains to show the way? Bill Dozer is this man, I say! Trouser? Loser? Boozer? Hey! Who the heck's Bill Dozer? Like Superman he flits about. cosh in hand, with mighty clout. He is a man of iron fist, the last remaining socialist. He hears each worker's woeful cry: like Joe Hill he'll never die. When Marx shall rise from Highgate's tomb, capitalists will meet their doom. Horn-rimmed his specs, his suit dull-brown, he swoops like an eagle down. He'll give each grabbing boss the boot and share with us the ill-gotten loot. Bill Dozer is this man, I say! Trouzer? Loser? Boozer? Hey! Who the heck's Bill Dozer? But if still the point you missed: He's the last remaining socialist.

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