Bullingdon Dirty Front Row | Les Norbitones

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 ddle me tax.

I’m Bullingdon Davie, my bits smell of gravy I blunder along like a lout I don’t give a g with my knob in a pig Then I don’t give a g 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 o greed and despair My kin are all loaded I’m one over privileged git I’ll always need more, though I stick it o shore Then get knighted for doing my bit.

I’m Bullingdon Georgie, my life’s a grand orgy Of robbing the poor for the rich The porkies I tell Are below standard sell I’m one evil son of a bitch The country, I’ll sink it For one lousy trinket The blood of dead babies, I’ll happily drink it I’m George, George, your futures I forged With six years of austerity An impending disaster will only come faster With Bullingdon Georgie MP (ex).

I’m Bo Unaccountable Ego Insurmountable Playing the clown While ogging the town To gangsters and privateers My scheme is quite simple I’m playing the media whore But the public I fool, when I promise home rule With my caveat su ragator.

I’m Bullingdon Boris, I love to quote Horace Though nobody knows what I mean I mess up my hair With meticulous care Then stammer and gurn for the screen I argued for leaving While never conceiving The crap that I spouted would have folks believing I’m Bo Jo, annoying, I know Renowned for my lie ability. I may look a slob but you gave me the job I’m Bullingdon Boris MP (PM).