How it looks
That’s what’s important
Not how it is
That’s by and by

Oh cheeky cheeky
Oh naughty sneaky
You’re so perceptive

Thank you

The politics of optics
Think carefully
The politics of optics
That’s all you see
Since the general election
Such a strange collection

Oh you headless chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking

You’re always so charming
As you peck your way up there.

The politics of optics
Think carefully
The politics of optics
That’s all you see

Oh please, sir will you let it make sense
‘Cause I failed to pay the necessary pence
In the place of the old home guard
Can you promise to be promising at least quack quack

My my they wanted the works can you this and that
I never got a letter back
More fool me bless my soul
More fool me bless my soul

Oh perfect masters
They thrive on disasters
They all look so harmless
Till they find there way up there

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