I really must get down to work
And stop strutting around like an immature jerk
I must forget about celebrity,
Act with more acerbity,
Or the voters will soon go berserk.
Unemployment figures are starting to sprout
And the voters are starting to doubt
They’ll see I’m a dud
My hands are covered in blood
And ‘Working Families’ will be down and out.
It’s time the rubber hit the road
I need to click into Prime Minister mode,
Stop taking the populist route
Erase the lingering doubt
Or they’ll realise I’m just a lying toad
What the hell am I to do about Wayne?
Watching his bungles is really a strain,
He doesn’t know his numbers
As the pending recession encumbers
And the surplus is flushed down the drain.
And what to make of my deputy Jules?
I think she thinks I think she rules!
She exhibits some strength,
But I’ll keep her at arms length,
The reality is we’re all incompetent fools.
So it’s time to put the shoulder to the wheel,
And pretend I know how the pubic feel,
I might give my mate Obama a call
To see what he makes of it all,
I’m so famous it’s almost surreal!
But I must forget about my adoring supporters,
And ignore the criticism coming from all quarters,
I’ll get Jeeves to run me a bath
And I’ll map out a path
To leak a new story to subservient reporters.
