Bullingdon Dirty Front Row I’m Dave P’raps you’ve heard? Call me Dave Quite absurd of me Squirrelling away Somebody’s pay God only knows whose it is I’ve ballsed up the country But then when I want to relax I let you all vote so you cut your own throat Leave you to it and fiddle me tax. I’m Bullingdon Davie, my bits smell of gravy I blunder along like a lout I don’t give a fig with my knob in a pig Then I don’t give a fig with it out I’m snooty and phoney, a posh Berlusconi I’m handing out gongs to me mates and me cronies I’m Dave, (call me) Dave, I do misbehave But the billionaires love me, you see, When I go down the boozer, they all shout ‘Oi, Looser!’ I’m Bullingdon Davie MP (ex). I’m George Known as Gideon My heart Pure obsidian Scheming away Searching new prey Feeding off greed and despair My kin are all loaded I’m one over privileged git I’ll always need more, though I stick it off shore Then get knighted for doing my bit.
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