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Back to the Future

Gordon Brown
To GOLDEN BROWN, with apologies to The Stranglers

                                           Gordon Brown, ruling is fun,
                                           he's no clown, now it's begun,
                                           things look just right, the future is bright.
                                           Heir to the crown is Gordon Brown.

                                           Doo-dee-da-dee-doo, Doo-dee-da-doo-doo.

                                           Every time, just like the past,
                                           follow the spin, this die is cast,
                                           for the Papers' new pet, but he'll find out yet,
                                           then he will frown, poor Gordon Brown.

                                           Doo-dee-da-dee-doo, Doo-dee-da-doo-doo.

                                           Gordon Brown, oh what a mess,
                                           your turn will come soon, you're heading west,
                                           into the fray, kneel down and pray.
                                           Heir to the crown is Gordon Brown.

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And, in the interests of political balance ...

Davey Davey

Yes, the results of the Davey v Davey Tory leadership 'contest' are in. In case you blinked, here is the result: Davey won!!!!!. To welcome this week's leader into office, here is a little ditty:

When Davey Goes Marchin' In
Tune

                                       When Davey goes in to Number Ten,
                                       Hurrah! Hurrah!
                                       He'll get a hearty welcome then.
                                       Hurrah! Hurrah!
                                       Blue rinse will cheer and Pinkos pout,
                                       the bankers they will all turn out.
                                       And they'll all make hay
                                       when Davey goes marchin' in.

                                       The stock exchange will ripple with joy.
                                       Hurrah! Hurrah!
                                       To welcome in their darlin' boy.
                                       Hurrah! Hurrah!
                                       The Europhobes and phobesses say
                                       it won't be long before we're going away.
                                       And they'll all make hay
                                       when Davey goes marchin' in.

                                       Get ready for the judgement day.
                                       Hurrah! Hurrah!
                                       When England will want to leave the UK.
                                       Hurrah! Hurrah!
                                       London will secede from this England place,
                                       then True Blues withdraw from the human race.
                                       And they'll all make hay
                                       when Davey goes marchin' in.

Tune

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And, in the interests of nothing in particular ...

Nick Click's Tricks

No song yet. I'm waiting until they're all singing from the same hymn-sheet.