When Mr Brown went off to Downing Street
He never thought he’d come home looking glum
But now he’s found that power ain’t so sweet
When you need to be ready with your gun
The arrows from outrageous Cameron
The daggers in the back from backbenchers
He now sees why Blair aged during those ten
Excruciatingly long servile years.
But Gordon, mate, it ain’t how it appears
The banks that you bailed out all think you’re great
The Tories like you cos you’re on the run
The only losers are the poor voters
Who elected Labour (not you) to treat
Them kindly. Oh, here comes an election…
Wed 23 Apr 2008
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