Neubooterdammerung, 20: Clevor Trever and the Chorus of Remoaners

 

What a Farce

After Ian Dury

I could be a blogger with a stack of dull opinions.
I could be an envoy to all the great dominions.

I could be a farmer with subsidies and quotas.
I could work in marketing, manipulating voters.

What a farce
What a farce

I could be a copper or a maverick detective.
I could be a columnist, lousy with invective.

I could be a lobbyist with MPs in my pocket.
I could make deliveries, just sign here on the docket.

What a farce
What a farce

Because I try to make a deal in the Country’s name.
No consensus and we’re all to blame.
Taking control or taking the piss?
What a farce. What a farce. What a farce this is.

 

I could be a dogger, looking for a fumble.
I could join celebrities to frolic in the jungle.

I could host a game show and patronise contestants. 
I could run a hedge fund and maximise investments. 

What a farce
What a farce

I could go on Strictly and smoulder as I Tango.
I could be the mouthpiece for a European quango.

I could teach at Oxford and be always on sabbatical.
I could wrote a couplet what is really ungrammatical

What a farce
What a farce

Because I try to make a deal in the Country’s name.
No consensus and we’re all to blame.
Taking control or taking the piss?
What a farce. What a farce. What a farce this is.
What a farce. What a farce. What a farce this is.

 

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