I’m bald and fat and rather grey
I’m middle class, a varlet
Do throw your Brexit keys my way
Has anyone seen Scarlett?
I like a warm and wide settee
Find dogging far too fierce
I’m footloose and I’m fancy free
Has anyone seen Pierce?
I’d like to lay down better terms
I’m friendly and I’m chumly
I know of Brexit combs and perms
Bring me Joanna Lumley
My shirt is folded, ditto socks
My nights are on the tiles
Rip up this deal, I’ll box and cox
And hope for Harry Styles
I wait each day for evening frolic
Lots of plots to hatch
My Brexit will be so shambolic!
Where is Cumberbatch?