In ’97, Tony Blair
What he thinks, no-one cares
He cashed his chips, he sold his shares
Speak his name, if you dare.
Ten years later, Gordon Brown
Saw the world come crashing down
Glassy eyed, his brow did frown
At bigots in provincial towns.
Next to come was Cameron,
With shiny face and coat tails on
His reign was pain and scorn and harm
Bogeyman of the animal farm.
Theresa might – May – not last,
This lady’s not for turning fast,
She speaks the words, know’s what matters
She’s not a patch on Margaret Thatcher