Sing a song of parliament, pockets full of cash.
Fraudulently claiming, and adding to their stash.
With their ploy discovered, they said they'd give it back.
If you or i had done the same, we'd promptly get the sack.
Sing a song of freebies, snouts all in the trough.
Giving back their ill-got gains is just not good enough.
Sponging off our earnings, with a likely tale.
If working folk had done the same, they'd soon end up in jail.
Sing a song of fraudsters, counting out their money.
They smile and look quite unashamed, as though they think it's funny.
Sittng in a secret place, counting out their dosh;
On plugs for baths and cleaning moats, for crisps and orange squash.
Sing a song of MP's, who took us for a ride.
It's up to us at election time, their future to decide.
It's gone too far to bring back trust, of anyone in power.
To most of us they'll always be a really great big shower.
(And a bunch of crooks).
Fraudulently claiming, and adding to their stash.
With their ploy discovered, they said they'd give it back.
If you or i had done the same, we'd promptly get the sack.
Sing a song of freebies, snouts all in the trough.
Giving back their ill-got gains is just not good enough.
Sponging off our earnings, with a likely tale.
If working folk had done the same, they'd soon end up in jail.
Sing a song of fraudsters, counting out their money.
They smile and look quite unashamed, as though they think it's funny.
Sittng in a secret place, counting out their dosh;
On plugs for baths and cleaning moats, for crisps and orange squash.
Sing a song of MP's, who took us for a ride.
It's up to us at election time, their future to decide.
It's gone too far to bring back trust, of anyone in power.
To most of us they'll always be a really great big shower.
(And a bunch of crooks).
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