Your dad, your nan, the guy next door
The bloke who runs the general store
Your best mate’s wife from Ecuador —
Everyone’s going for PM.
Churchillian manqués spouting crap
Nonentities who like to yap
The girl who’s on the till at Gap —
Everyone’s going for PM.
The slug, the lizard and the snake
The sharp of elbow, on the take
Your neighbour’s cat, your cousin Jake –
Everyone’s going for PM.
The chancers in the local boozers
Scammers, spammers, spaffers, schmoozers
Rancid crowds of bloody losers –
Everyone’s going for PM.
A wink, a smirk and a bit of swag
Old gammon wrapped in a union flag
They’re all just rats in a paper bag –
Everyone’s going for PM.
