Blue Turns To Grey
Assuming Brown is gone
You won't feel old for long
For we'll be back in power
We're Tory rodents
Hip hooray
When Blue turns to Grey
We'll promise you pay
But you just won't feel good
As we turn to the right
And you know that you must
Mind out, mind out, mind out
You think we care at all
About your curtain call?
You won't be in this world
For long before
You've gone and passed away.
When Blue turns to Grey
It's a dead-letter day
You just won't feel good
As we turn to the right
And you know that you must
Mind out, mind out, mind out
Outside the conference hall
We'll send you to the wall –
All the policies you hope to see
Will be-e-e
A shadow-play
When Blue turns to Grey
We won't mean what we say
Even Cliff won't feel good
As we turn to the right
And you know that you must
Mind out, mind out, mind out
Click here for the story in The Times.
Click here for a YouTube recording (audio with a still image) of Cliff's hit.
