"Come gather round comrades wherever you are, And admit that this time, Gordon Brown's gone too far, The men in white coats are approaching the door, The Government isn't worth saving, His performance on YouTube, it was the last straw, He isn't just mad, he's stark raving.
Come loyal backbenchers and vote with your feet, The pollsters all say you will lose your safe seat, It's six-to-four on that you're gonna get beat, The way that this madman's behaving, Your party is heading for certain defeat, For the times they are a-changin'.
Come Cabinet ministers, you all know the score, Put down your red boxes and run for the door, Admit that New Labour is dead on the floor, The roof wasn't fixed and it's raining, Forget Alan Johnson or Jolly Jack Straw, It's not just the leader needs changing.
Come Westminster pundits, you all got it wrong, You told us that Gordon was clever and strong, But then he turned out to be weak all along, Though he pretended the world he was saving, And now that he's finished, you're achangin' your song, Because Gordon is drowning, not waving.
The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast, At the General Election, you're gonna come last, The days of dear Prudence are all in the past, You've stolen our pensions and savings, Unemployment and taxes are going up fast, And we're going to vote Call Me Dave in."
Many thanks to Richard Littlejohn in The Mail for that pastiche of The Times They Are A Changing
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