The Naked Hymn of the Republic.

They want to cover up the statues,
cover up the naughty bits,
They want to cover up the naked limbs,
the Torso and the Tits,
Like they cover up the hole behind
where justice sometimes sits,
They want to cover up the truth once more.

There's a statue in the Great Hall,
and it doesn't wear a lot,
It reminds us all that naked truth's
the best thing that we've got,
But the guys in charge don't like it,
the truth is sometimes much too hot,
They want to cover up the truth once more.

It could be that democracy is going down the pan -
They'd wrap a blanket round the Truth, they'll do it if they can,
Or hide her in a burqa they brought from Afghanistan.
They want to cover up the truth once more.

The Suits all say the statue makes them look so over dressed,
Well I'll tell you what is needed now to do to sort out all this mess,
Let's see the chief attorney strip down to his socks and vest,
And let's uncover up the truth once more.

When Bill Clinton was the President it never would have done,
The coverups he tried on always seemed to come undone
And now and then, Slick Willy would uncover just for fun,
He made the cover of the Rolling Stone.

But now that Bush is resident, he tries to cover up it all,
He says it was the cracker had him riding for a fall,
Well, maybe it was the cracker, but that story seems a little tall.
They want to cover up the truth once more.

They will cover up the statues,
cover up the naughty bits,
They will cover up the naked limbs,
the torso and the tits,
Like they cover up the hole behind
where justice sometimes sits,
They want to cover up the truth once more.