To the tune (sort of) of "MacNamara's Band"

Me name is Robert Geldof I'm the leader of a band
We sort out droughts and famine, we work wonders in all lands
If you've ever got a problem, no matter how big the job
Just pick up the oul' blower boys and get in touch with Bob

I heard there was a famine in Afric's north-east horn
The bugger's had no bread nor spuds nor rice nor oats nor corn
So me and Midge, we cleaned our fridge but that wouldn't last them long
So I says Ure, you wee scots hoor, let's write them a wee song

It wasn't very long until their bellies they were full
And me and my oul' chinas went back to being dull
Oul' second-rate celebrities whose records do not sell
A major drought might spring us out of our lonely B-list hell

Then came the bucky nightmare in the place called Portydown
I got on the mobile and all my friends came roun'
We put on a big concert in the London park called Hyde
And made sufficient money so the place was not long dry