Sorry chaps!

It doesn't seem to matter what party is in power
Our country always seems in a state, in a state
But what do you propose to do about it

We'll acquire a rocket ship
Send all the politicians off to Mars
And then this country can be run
By all our favourite stars

When we're in Downing Street, it's what we'll do
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla
We'll re-organise the revenue
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla

We'll review the tax
And new fine types and macs
Like you know who

Now the Troggs of Downing Street have joined the ministry of war
Now they must stop the secrets going out of their back door

Our security is getting weak
Now we find it's gone and sprung a leak
Oh Mama, call the plumber
The promise that you'll come back again
'Cos I'm working on the big brain drain
Mama, what a lumber

Unfortunately it would be impossible to fit
Major Boothby in the government 'cos he would cause a split
Doddy's political party would last for many years
He's always making promises but ending up in tears

Jimmy Saville was a a nice friend and bluey dyed his hair
Zoot Money's giving out the loot and Sonny's got his Cher
David and Jonathan had rows at number ten
As leaders of the Union they're a feedeer to the men

Brothers of the world sit tight
Come to the meeting on your bike
Leave your Roll's Royce in the yard
Don't forget your Union Card
We will strike till they agree
To stop all this redundancy

To our transatlantic friends
A telegram we sent
And now they're here to help us out
In our new Parliament

What a day for a new scheme
What a day to give the fellows a treat
We'll knock the prices of clothes down
When we nationalise Carnaby Street
But all the girls are alright as they are
As long as there mini skirts don't stray too far
And if they're affected by the breeze
They can lower their hem lines down to their knees

While the Spoonful dream their days away
The Beach Boys are fixing it so they're okay
Within the sound of old Big Ben
This was heard from one of them

I like it at first 
'Cos there is a nice young Springster
She doesn't need any lessons
Or procedure or all night sesssions
She's the most promising back bench MP

To run a country is a great responsibility
But groups might crack beneath the strain and then where would they be

Remember when you heard us say that we would stop the squeeze
And fix things up so you wouln't have to work
Well, we tried it anyhow and then the days got worse and worse
Now you see we've gone completely out of our minds and
They're coming to take us away ha ha
They're coming to take us away ho ho he he ha ha
From Parliament that's driving us mad with the credit squeeze
And the price of cheese and sawdust now is tuppence a bag
And they're coming to take us away

Let's put the stars back on the stage
Before the country goes to ruin
And let's bring back the real MP's
'Cos they know what they're doing.
