Now watch this man. He’ll take a chance!
Will he lead us a merry dance?
His goal, power. His play, quick words.
A minister and o so prime.
But watch out for he may ponder
And change his tack time after time.
Those thorny shoots he does not see.
No quick words come. Not even rhyme.
Now, watch this man. He’ll take a chance!
Will he lead us a merry dance?
He is captain at number ten.
And all ship-shape he runs the show.
He has a team of free wise men,
Who will argue which way to go,
By maybe re-writing the rules.
Hush-hush! The public must not know.
Now, watch this man. He’ll take a chance!
Will he lead us a merry dance?
With him confident at the helm
Britain sets sail to cross a sea,
Where stormy waters soon gather.
Our captain sails to set us free
From regulations of years past,
To now escape the EEC.
We watched this man. He took the chance.
Should we rejoice? Should we now dance?
Our EEC sovereignty went to the vote,
Not liking the outcome our parliament did ‘nowt,
All the self serving mp’s and grey suited men,
Refused then to honour the referendum.
Re-moaning voters want a new vote you see,
Though it flies in the face of our democracy,
And all the kings horses and all the kings men,
Will struggle to ever unite us again.
For what is the point of a judicial head,
That ignores its electorate and lines its pockets instead,
Whether you’re in or you’re out I think one thing is clear,
It’s the media and MPs who decide everything here.
So hold your new vote and I’m sure you’ll now win,
Cause people like me probably won’t vote again,
You have tainted our parliament where it seems money talks,
So I’m personally hoping for another Guy Fawkes.
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