Like a stopped clock, we kept Piers around For the odd occasion on which he was right But knock, knock, it was bound to come on top And good morning Britain, the cock has taken flight
Now he’s throwing in his lot with the Foxes and the Youngs Claiming free speech and foul with his forked tongue And he’ll take his tirade to the anti-woke brigade And take up sword and shield in Toby’s parade
Knock, knock We can hear you Knock, knock We can still hear you Knock, knock We can hear you You’re tweeting that you’re cancelled, but we can still hear you Knock, knock
(We’re just choosing not to listen)
Joanne’s got a plan, in which she defines a man And cancelleramous, there goes another fan Even Potter can’t stop her now the plots gone bad And it don’t please her there’s a reader who now wished they never had
Knock, knock We can hear you Knock, knock We can still hear you Knock, knock We can hear you You’re tweeting that you’re cancelled, but we can still hear you Knock, knock
(We’re just choosing not to listen)
And Laurence lost stock when he got a Twitter block From a Lewis co-star who thought he was a cock Shouldn’t be a shock and we should probably thank her Not on this Fox’s side, he’s an All Lives Matter wanker
Knock, knock We can hear you Knock, knock We can still hear you Knock, knock We can hear you You’re tweeting that you’re cancelled, but we can still hear you Knock, knock We can hear you Knock, knock We can still hear you Knock, knock We can hear you You’re tweeting that you’re cancelled, but we can still hear you We’re just choosing not to listen Knock, knock