Oh that’s a cracking beat! Rather! Turn my headphones up!
Bo! They call me Bo Jo, the rumour’s poppycock I never lost my mojo.
You know it’s legendary, I’m the baby father, philandering’s my specialty they hear my laughter.
“Ah ha ha ha ha ha” or rather “haw he haw”
Froggies and krauts be on their knees when I’m walking in the door.
Here’s my deal bitches, brexit hard or soft, you’ll take it anyway like the babysitter in the loft.
Happy memories, stored in the wank bank,
She wore a burqa whilst she hit me – love the spank spank.
She wore a burqa whilst she hit me like a letter box boxing
Then we played hop scotch with our clothes off.
Give a yank yank before the shower back in Eton,
Give a quick tug, showing power back in Eton
Call a thug please, I need a journalist beaten
Minor injuries like one sustains in rugby
Back me, now get behind me, I’ll make this country a bitch of the Chinese
We’ll have the British bulldog squealing like a puppy, who needs a crew when you’ve got duppy?
I’ll turn Brexit into a dogs breakfast, call up Josep for trading tips get tipsy with Jean Claude then text Ursula “you want a pearl necklace? Be over in a bit”
Bo!
I think you know now. I’m out for self I get bestial for cash cows.
and we can milk this, I love a lobbyist.
I’ll bluster through don’t have a clue haven’t the foggiest.
A pyramid of piffle had a shuffle with Petronella the fuss the party suffered ruffled feathers me the lucky fella, denied an affair, I wouldn’t resign over my lies.
But time is a healer and now I’m here back inside.
Marina Wheeler has my sofa. Cary has my sofa.
Maybe tax payers can buy me a bed and I’ll come over.
A man of the people back in the city rubbing shoulders
with the stinking peasants and pickaninnies
I’m saying they’ll be less sleeping rough
And more police officers, but all the promises
Are just the tosh in my oesophagus
Spewing it’s on the news and it’s distracting the populace
Let’s keep them confused and say “the EU’s banning sausages”
Back me, now get behind me, I’ll make this country a bitch of the Chinese
We’ll have the British bulldog squealing like a puppy, who needs a crew when you’ve got duppy?
I’ll turn Brexit into a dogs breakfast, call up Josep for trading tips get tipsy with Jean Claude then text Ursula “you want a pearl necklace? Be over in a bit”
Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo jo!