Can’t see any of them throwing me a bone,
Each cheats like the others, each one is a clone,
Every one of ’em gets on my axone,
None of them has any moral or honest backbone,
Many MPs can’t control their own testosterone,
All of ’em like to blow their own trombone.
They get backhanders and this has been shown,
Banks give ’em cheap mortgages, or a no interest loan,
A classy mistress or a second home in Sierra Leone,
Free nights out to first nights show – with chaperon,
Wealth and free amusements are not unbeknown,
To Barclay’s bank a lifeline of billions was thrown,
Not surprising, with the Barclay’s shares they own.
They’ll not worry about prosecution when their hands roam,
For in this fowl trend they are not alone,
This their fellow members seem to condone?
No need for the others to depone,
Seems like all of them to this habit are prone!
While they let some lucky voters work at the grindstone,
Others are left to abuse alcohol and the Methodone,
Osborne and the like, never been in a work zone,
Silver spoon raised, they were never alone,
Rich parents and Eton were their cornerstone,
I had neither… but I don’t like to moan.
Private hospitals will always mend their cartilage bone,
Not for them an operation to postpone,
Cameron strutting round like Al Capone,
Determined to destroy the NHS I bemoan.
They lie to us every time in a superior tone,
To nepotism they are all very prone,
They seek adulation to sit on a throne,
Out of Government they should all be thrown!