Oh, I can see your porky-pies
A reckless need to fortify
Your swagger and your attitude
You're callous in your platitudes
There's safety in your London home
But outside is beyond the dole
You represent no self-control
Your influence is overdone
Legitimacy has fallen through
We're swimming in this liberal flood
A member of the bourgeoisie
A blonde hell bombshell never pleads
A watermelon, single lies
A target for your racist ire
A mother's love to ease your wounds
I think we should take care of you