The next to come in was an ad man, looking rather a sad man
We said, 'you're looking bad, man' among the jovial crew
He flung his briefcase to the ground
Then called for gin and tonic all round
For Saatchi stole the account he'd found
When Johnson' ale was new

The next to come in was a Tory with a very haughty story
She covered herself in glory among the jovial crew
She claimed we are the lazy poor
And flung a pittance to the floor
'Grovel if you want some more!'
When Johnson's ale was new

The next to come in was a Corbinite, saying, 'It'll be alright
If we outvote the Far Right with all the jovial crew
I'll nationalise the railways
And give the NHS a raise
And cure us all of May's hard ways
While Johnson's ale's still new