Saw it on a bridge near Bristol
Could’ve been a title for the Pistols
It doesn’t really matter cos it doesn’t really hurt
Boris is a coked up pervert

People think he’s rough and tousled
Let the bodies pile up in their thousands
It doesn’t really matter cos it doesn’t really hurt
Boris is a coked up pervert

People seem to like him down south
He’s got a potty full of ashes for a mouth
He’s not a man of the people, he’s a man of
the rich
In his own words by now he should be dead
in a ditch

Do you need another verse of this anguish
About this rancid streak of stale pish
It doesn’t really matter cos it doesn’t really hurt
Boris is a coked up pervert