Trouble at the Passport Office
Privatise the arse off it
Run it for my pals’ profit
A one-trick Tory cries
Like Mogg he wants you at your desk
Who’s haunting corridors obsessed
His sarcastic notes grotesque
Bullying in disguise
‘Cause they privatised the arse off the trains
The cars and the buses and the planes
The gas the electric the phones and the drains
The post and the college of flames
And if you’re still waiting for a visa from Ukraine
They privatised the arse off that too
Just sayin’