" "The problem is all in No. 10" said Clarke softly,
"The plan can be easy if we make it confidentially,
We need Brown Balls and all that crew gone if we are to be free",
There must be fifty ways to dump our leader.
_____________
She said "it's really not my habit to intrigue,
Furthermore, I hope you'll never put any more stuff on YouTube,
But I'll repeat myself, at the risk of being smeared,
There must 50 ways do dump our leader",
Fifty ways to dump our leader.
_____________
Just slip in the front, Jack
Say: "Make a new plan Gord:
You don't deserve to be Pee, Emm
Just jump over-board."
_____________
Just openly pillory, Hillary
Attack him with pith, Smith
You'll make him cry tears, Blears
So listen to me.
_____________
Stab him in the back, Jack
Just use your Machete, Yvette
Alas, we're forsooth, Ruth
You have to agree.
_____________
Roll him up in a rug, Doug
You don't need to discuss much...
Then drop him off the quay, see
And get us all free.
_____________
I told you that he lacked any personal empathy,
That if we picked him he would be an electoral liability,
And as it happens, he is also a human Macavity,
With nifty ways to smear his rivals.
_____________
So publish a screed, Reid
Just tell him to feck it, Beckett
You tell him he's flunked it, Blunett
And tell him to flee.
_____________
Set up some pyres, Byers
Protect your balls, Balls
We need something to pee on, Sion
Let's watch them Byrne.
_____________
He said why don't we just wait 'till June of Twenty-Ten,
Then the Tories can come in and screw us all again,
And then I Glasgow Kissed him and I realised that Brown was just like Ken,
There must me fifty ways to dump our leader,
Some nifty ways to dump our leader.
_____________
Its time to get hacky Jacqui,
The knife's yours to wield, Field
The party is skint, Flint
Its bad for our chi.
_____________
Were in too much pain, Hain
A revolver and brandy, Mandy
Don't think of the bairns, Cairns
Just take back the key.
_____________
Tell him he blew it, Hewitt
He's lamb dressed as mutton, Hutton
And stop looking sullen, Mullen
It's all up to you.
_____________
So call the bell ringer, Stringer
Start singing the hymns, Timms
Ask not for whom the polls, toll
The polls toll for him."
Thursday, 7 May 2009
Fifty Ways to Leave Your Leader
Labour Home have a fine reworking of Paul Simon's 50 ways to leave your lover.
Labels:
Gordon Brown,
humour
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