Wednesday 2 October 2019

Back to the ’70s

Hi, Bojo here. It’s no impression! Now’s the time for a confession.

Listen here, pull up your chairs. Brexit is great for billionaires.

Because I am a decent sort
I made them rich from selling short.


A falling pound is fab you see.
So Brexit is a victory!


The people versus Parliament
is a gift. It’s heaven sent.


In the name of sovereignty
I trashed UK democracy.


My loyal shock troops were a rabble.
I roused the mob to stir up trouble!


Dismiss the speaker. Order, order!
Let’s bring back the Irish border.


I’m Bojo. Let the fun begin
I’m waiting for the rioting!


What is the NHS to me?
A photo opportunity.


I’m not like you. I’m not a fool.
I sent my kids to private school.


British people love to queue.
Well, now’s your chance, it’s what you do.


Make sure you have enough to eat
cos soon the mob will reach your street


stirred up by Jacob, Dom and me.
Did you enjoy austerity?


Well now we have better wheeze –
we're bringing back the seventies


when our great state was proud and free
un-troubled by the EEC.


Remember 1972?
Before we joined? I bet you do!


Truly it was a golden age
when sexism was all the rage


the Irish problem, like today –
then it was the IRA.


An age of groping and of banter
the bigot and the racist ranter


an after dinner speech by Rolf
or how about a spot of golf?


immy Savile, OBE
kiddy fiddling on TV.


Just like our Jim, I’ve fixed you too
poor suckers, what you gonna do?

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