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Bow Wow

I’m all alone with Her Maj tonight.

I still hold, I’m not afraid: I’m blue.

I know all my lines so well, brexit, brexit.

I’ve said the word several times.

I’m the Prime PM,

I’m not like the men.

 

Ooh yeah I’m amazing!

I think I am credible.

My words are elastic,

And shrill, they are rather shrill:

 

Bow! Wow! Bow! Wow! Bow! Wow! Irretrievable!
Miaow! Wow! Miaow! Wow! Miaow! Wow! Inconceivable!

 

Whenever Boris launches a spiel,

You know it's not the truth. It is no big deal.
And he always fibs too much, too glib to help himself.

He'll never see the Queen.
He'll never be Houdini,

Ride my limousine.
He's too busy shaking his gelatine.
 

While ooh yeah, I’m amazing!
I know I am grammar school.
I'll give them no place, the toffs,

Unless they care to play my rules.

Bow! Wow! Bow! Wow! Bow! Wow! Unachievable!
Miaow! Wow! Miaow! Wow! Miaow! Wow! EuroLeavable!


I’m all alone with Her Maj tonight.

I’m on my own,
All the rage,
Awright.

Bow Wow

With apologies to Kate Bush, who told a Canadian magazine she thought Theresa May was ‘wonderful’.

 


Dec 1 2016

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