I could do it better
If only to take the heat from the pan
The subject deflects the blame if they can
Not a thought for the victims, the ones who must pay
All that matters is the blame must be wafted away
Enough cash to be brash in the whitewash of truths
Any past misdemeanours pushed aside, just errant youth
We all know what you’re like and we don’t think it’s right
But we don’t quite know how to take up arms to fight
Peaceful protests that dwarf your audacious parades
Those women and men left your day in the shade
Don’t let your arse get too settled in that gold velvet
chair
There’s whole world of people know you don’t belong there.
I just hope sense prevails and you are rightfully impeached.
I don’t want any violent conclusion to be reached.
It’s the first time I thought I could do that job better
Than that strange pervy thief with hair like a red setter
I’d be canny as pres, I’d look after the good folk
Yes, even I could do it better than that effin Joke.
