I really must get down to work
And stop strutting around like an immature jerk
I must forget about celebrity,
Act with more acerbity,
Or the voters will soon go berserk.
Unemployment figures are starting to sprout
And the voters are starting to doubt
They�ll see I�m a dud
My hands are covered in blood
And �Working Families� will be down and out.
It�s time the rubber hit the road
I need to click into Prime Minister mode,
Stop taking the populist route
Erase the lingering doubt
Or they�ll realise I�m just a lying toad
What the hell am I to do about Wayne?
Watching his bungles is really a strain,
He doesn�t know his numbers
As the pending recession encumbers
And the surplus is flushed down the drain.
And what to make of my deputy Jules?
I think she thinks I think she rules!
She exhibits some strength,
But I�ll keep her at arms length,
The reality is we�re all incompetent fools.
So it�s time to put the shoulder to the wheel,
And pretend I know how the pubic feel,
I might give my mate Obama a call
To see what he makes of it all,
I�m so famous it�s almost surreal!
But I must forget about my adoring supporters,
And ignore the criticism coming from all quarters,
I�ll get Jeeves to run me a bath
And I�ll map out a path
To leak a new story to subservient reporters.
