Here's a new song what I just wrote (rather anticipating the day he gets the boot maybe?). First draft:

We'll never find a better friend than the Minister of Culture.
They may say that he is round the bend, from Westmoreland to Wiltshire,
But every time we sing a song, and the licence is not handy,
We'll think of Kim the Minister, from the land of Tonypandy.
Oh Kim we will remember you, who ever could forget you.
You're the man who tried to silence us, except, we never let you.

Well he promised this and he promised that, but he never could deliver,
"If there's no money changing hands it's diffeent altogether
Oh you can hold your sessions there's no reason for a licence."
Did he think a fine of £20,000 might calm us into silence?
Oh Kim we will remember you, who ever could forget you.
You're the man who tried to silence us, except, we never let you.

Oh the bells were ringing in the church, and the dancers on the paving,
And the Minister of Culture was very close to raving.
Oh he blamed it on the Union, for grave misinformation,
But the Minister of Culture now is a joke through all the nation.
Oh Kim we will remember you, who ever could forget you.
You're the man who tried to silence us, except, we never let you.

(Yeah, I know Westmoreland as a County was supposed to be abolished years ago. But you can't abolish a County in the real world.