Manifesto
Now I know working people
I like to hob their nob
They’re all Tory voters
When they’re on the job
With their jobs they’re all for me
A Tory voter you would be
If you could see what I see daily
With my little ukulele
In my hands er er er
Now here’s a manifesto
It’s very very swish
When it’s cooked with pesto
It’s an interesting dish
Oh Mr Ed Oh Mr Ed
I’ve got that sinking Chinese
Laundry feeling
With my little ukulele
On my knee er er
I will raise your threshold
It will never hurt
Look at this my banjo
It’s underneath my shirt
Now my old man’s a dustman
He is a has-bin type
I have a little little little
Banjo string to pluck
When I have my ukulele er er er
They’re playing in Tahiti
You should have seen them smile
Their man was pleased to see us
It was sticking out a mile
Now if you want the good life
I said now don’t you fret
And my little ukulele
Will be leaning on the lamppost
At the corner of the street er er
It’s a job that just suits you
Zero hours nowt to do
Austerity that’s very true
If your name is Cinders
With my little stick of rot
You can really hit the spot
By voting for me gaily
With my little ukelele
Turned out bora bora er er er
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