They said I was a porker;
They said I was a swine;
They told me I was fat and pink;
They told me I was just a fink;
They fed me swill, said, Dine.
They said I was a genius;
They said 'as fresh as fruit';
They told me I was brand and new;
They told me I should head the queue;
They gave me guns, said, Shoot.
They say I am a stinker;
They say I'm out of tune;
They tell me that I've lost the plot.
They claim I'm rotten. Am I not
Prime Minister till June?