Spaffer Bodycount lied, said he didn’t know Spaffer Bodycount lied, said he didn’t go Spaffer Bodycount with a bottle of Bordeaux Spaffer Bodycount, at lying he’s a pro
Spaffer Bodycount lied, said he never went Spaffer Bodycount lied about a work event Spaffer Bodycount is definitely bent Spaffer Bodycount will never repent
Sue will do anything for him Cressida can’t ignore him On a Friday he likes to let it all hang out You know that Spaffer Bodycount
Spaffer Bodycount, he loves to partake But now Spaffer Bodycount is looking for a break Spaffer Bodycount can’t admit a mistake Spaffer Bodycount got ambushed by cake
Sue will do anything for him Cressida can’t ignore him On a Friday he likes to let it all hang out You know that Spaffer Bodycount
So, who’s gonna hold him to account? So, who’s gonna hold him to account? That lying, cheating Spaffer Bodycount That lying, cheating Spaffer Bodycount
Will he resign? Will he be forced out? Will the 1922 Committee get their 54 letters? (Just how archaic is this process?) Or will we have to build a statue of him and throw it in the Thames? Who knows? But in the meantime, a little gentle encouragement Protest Family-style, or the theme tune to a celebration. Let’s see…
Gary’s a gamekeeper by name Game killer for real He keeps the prey alive To get shot out of the sky By those with flat cap and Barbour jacket zeal
Thinks the Prime Minister’s a clown But an Oxford man in parliament Keeps taxes down
Gary’s a gamekeeper by name Game killer for real He keeps the prey alive To get shot out of the sky By those with flat cap and Barbour jacket zeal
He kills the birds that kill the birds he bred to kill He kills the birds that kill the birds he bred to kill He’s a huntin’, shootin’ String ‘em up and flog ‘em Establishment shill
Gary’s a gamekeeper by name Game killer and proud He keeps the prey alive To get shot out of the sky By the side by side Tweed and plus fours crowd
Thinks the Prime Minister’s a comedy toff But an Oxford man in parliament Will keep the protestors off
Gary’s a gamekeeper by name Game killer and proud He keeps the prey alive To get shot out of the sky By the side by side Tweed and plus fours crowd
He kills the birds that kill the birds he bred to kill He kills the birds that kill the birds he bred to kill He’s a huntin’, shootin’ String ‘em up and flog ‘em Establishment shill
Gary’s a gamekeeper by name Game killer and proud He keeps the prey alive To get shot out of the sky By the side by side Tweed and plus fours crowd
He kills the birds that kill the birds he bred to kill He kills the birds that kill the birds he bred to kill He’s a huntin’, shootin’ String ‘em up and flog ‘em He’s a huntin’, shootin’ String ‘em up and flog ‘em He’s a huntin’, shootin’ String ‘em up and flog ‘em Gary just likes to kill
The Speaker of the House doesn’t speak, he shouts And doesn’t call the PM out On the lies he spouts, And when he answers a different question to the one that’s asked, He gets a pass, As unchallenged as his misogyny Referring to the women questioners as ‘she’ And to the men As right honourable friends. And calls for him to correct the record From the baying horde Are just ignored.
At PMQs Sir Kier said, “Bring your own boos”, A witty retort No doubt given much thought But an acknowledgement just the same That this is all somehow a game, Played out again When a fella who likes kicking refugees, Burning down the trees and tax avoidance schemes, Crossed the floor To Labour applause, While a man of genuine integrity Still sits in a whip-less constituency.
Is it any wonder then There are loads of people who when asked Say, “Why should I care What happens in there? It’s clearly just panto, And it’s not Christmas”. And that’s the way Operation Save Big Dog Survives another day.
Apologise by not saying sorry Don’t let Sue get too a priori Make a list of your next quarry It’s Operation Save Big Dog
Ferguson went when he was too carefree Hancock survived over PPE But then got caught on CCTV It’s Operation Save Big Dog
Save Big Dog, it ain’t even in Latin Save Big Dog, the back bench are at him Save Big Dog, maybe this time it’s happening Operation Save Big Dog
Send ‘em Brandon Lewis tell him what to say Send ‘em Liz Truss, tell her the same Send ‘em Damian Hinds (who’s he anyway?) It’s Operation Save Big Dog
Tell a big lie, what have you got to lose? With a suitcase of booze and a crap excuse Hoping a Chinese spy will make the news It’s Operation Save Big Dog
Save Big Dog, it ain’t even in Latin Save Big Dog, the back bench are at him Save Big Dog, maybe this time it’s happening Operation Save Big Dog
Sacrifice a SpAd, that’s why you pay ‘em They all know there comes a day when A Barnard Castle eye test just won’t save ‘em It’s Operation Save Big Dog
Blow the whistle! The dog whistle Not the whistleblowers, feed ’em to the dogs Blow the whistle! The dog whistle It’s Operation Save Big Dog
Save Big Dog, it ain’t even in Latin Save Big Dog, the back bench are at him Save Big Dog, maybe this time it’s happening Operation Save Big Dog
Need talk about a party to just go away? Do you need to keep the metropolitan police at bay? Has your shopping trolley got wheels of clay? Then you need Sue Gray
Did you touch Kate Maltby in an inappropriate way? Did you use your work computer for some “me time” play? Did you lie about it all on Radio 4’s Today? Send for Sue Gray
Need a pint at the end of a bandit country day? Who could do a job for Theresa May? What did Andrew Mitchell actually say? You could ask Sue Gray
Have your friends in Scotland cried, “Foul play”? Does breaking two years’ silence fill you with dismay? Do you need to survive PMQ’s to fight another day? Then you need Sue Gray
We thought thatDear Mr. Johnson might make a late run at it, or even The Day They Cancelled Christmas, but the winner is the ode to the playthings of the super-rich, inspired, at least in part, by Jeff Bezos’ thanks to the shoppers and workers at Amazon for paying for his nearly-into-space jaunt. The surprise entry at number 2 is, we think, down to people searching for positive stories about anti-vaxxer Cassie; an algorithm win for us then. Good to see people still remembering our mate Chris too.
It seems that Orient fans are still obsessed with the owner who nearly killed the club, or maybe they’re just fans of lists of managers and Christmas harmonies. Nice to see that Brisbane Road continues to have a loyal following (as does Sean Thornton) and good showings from the three Lockdown Singles Club releases.
Songs from The debased street music of the vulgar proved popular along with live favourite God Save the Queen’s Speech. Interesting to see both versions of Where Tina Goes in the list; we always said it would be a hit.
Steve White & The Protest Family 