Put the Christ back into Christmas
The Islam back into Islamophobia
The bigot back into bigotry
The my back into myopia
Put the St. George back into the cross
Put the hat back into Santa
Put the race back into racism
Put the coke back into Fanta
Put the him back into hymns
Put the nation back into nationalism
Put the Christ back into Christmas
Put the Robinson back into prison
(With apologies to Hillaire Belloc)
Tommy told such dreadful lies
It made one gasp and stretch one’s eyes
His followers, racist and uncouth
With scant regard for actual truth
Attempted to believe young Tommy
Wanted to keep sending money
And would have done so, had not he
Lied about her Majesty’s
Pleasure when he went to court
Showing off the pack he brought
‘My prison bag’, Tommy proclaimed
But later, as it was explained
At worst, he’d only get a fine
And had invented prison time
The grift exposed, to say the least
But Tommy had not said his piece
‘My lawyer, and I need the best’
‘Needs paying, and I can’t’, he stressed
His fans from near and far dug deep
Knowing counsel won’t come cheap
But were inevitably dismayed
To find that Tom had Legal Aid
One day soon, his time will come
And Tommy this time square undone
When more funds he seeks to acquire
But fascist chums cry ‘Little Liar!’
And he’s sentenced to a lengthy stint
Locked up once more, and also skint
He’s on the socials
Sweating like a prince
Trying to convince the locals
That a bit more cash would be nice
His lawyer comes at a heavy price
He’s had a bad day in court
Had to admit ripping off his support
He spaffed their dough
In the casino
And on booze and parties
Blues and smarties
Too much of a geezer
To pay for his kids either
Although he’s the beneficiary, apparently
Of his own life insurance policy
If he’s murdered he says he’s worth a million pounds
One day he says he’s worth a mint
Next day he’s saying that he’s skint
It ain’t just the truth
Getting ready for a stretch
He’s had a bad day in court
He’s nasty, British and short
Steve White & The Protest Family 