Here's a song I wrote last week, and posted in another thread - but it's grown another verse since then. The last verse looks forwards to his retreating, getting dumped, or going off his head, in any order:

          C       G       F          C                      F                  G
We'll never find a better friend than the Minister of Culture.
                   C         G          F             C                F                           G   C
They may say we sent him round the bend, from Westmoreland to Wiltshire,
       F                                 C                   F                         G
But every time we sing a song, and the licence is not handy,
               F          G   (F)   C G C                  F                  G   C
We will think of Kim the Minister, from the land of Tonypandy.
         F                            G   C            F                      C G
Oh Kim we will remember you, who ever could forget you.
                     F            G         C G    C       F                     G C
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 different altogether
Oh you can hold your sessions there's no reason for a licence."
Just a fine of twenty thousand pound to 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.

When it's summer down in Somerset you might hear the chorus ringing,
He says "I'd rather be in hell than hear those Somerset folks a-singing"
And he won't have no sing-songs in the public bar in London,
So the piano locked and bolted, with a lock that can't be undone.
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 he 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.

February 14th 2003