They’ve got flegs, they know how to use them
The absolute dregs of this blessed union
They’re wavin’ flegs like pathetic children
Who can trust a media that interbreeds like eejits

Bless the meeja, bless the meeja
Yeah, it’s all shite, oh yeah

They think they’re the Head, they’re not even the janny
Oh what a bunch of absolute fannies
When they’re typin’, they froth at the mouth
Sticking their tongues out to think, to think before they shout

Check your standards, raise them high
Then just lie

from the album Slime Of The Times by Half Bam Half Whisky