Sir Keir sits there in London Town
Watching out Party slowly Drown
When at last sure
It's ideologically pure
He'll wonder why membership's down
I wonder if he knows its story
Never a Party of death of glory
Just founded to fight
For the workers' right
It shouldn't be led by a closet Tory
With Boris Johnson still in control
Ratings should be on upward roll
But the most people feel
We got a very bad deal
As Keir destroys its remaining soul
Tonee Blur who resigned the job
Keeps acting like a petulant yob
Lucky he's not doing time
For an historic War Crime
Please just shut your runaway gob.
Known throughout this sorry nation
As Mrs Thatcher's greatest creation
Can't accept he's had his day
Just won't quietly go away
As he helps along Labour's devastation
These oxymorons that can't exist
The millionaire pretend Socialist
With their autocratic way
Don't do as I do do as I say
As they queue for the Honours list
They seem to think we should give thanks
As more and more queue at food banks
I really can't understand
How so many in this land
Continue to support such a bunch of wanks
