Keir Hardie
He founded the Labour Party
But they can’t spell Hardie now
It’s embarassing
It’s not a hard one
H.A.R.D.I.E
Not Laurel and Hardy
We’re the kings of the gaffe

Don’t you draw a cock and balls on the projector
It’ll be the talk of the conference
It’s all people will remember us for

Now it seems to me some typos
Are what’s made us famous
Do you remember genertaion from before?

Keir Hardie
What have we done to your party
People are laughing
Many not few

Freedom, Ah freedom
That’s just some people talkin’
You’re prisoners walkin’
Through this world all alone

Is your spellchecker at fault here?
Can you get your arses in gear?
It’s hard to tell the right
From the left

You’re losin’ all your highs and lows
Ain’t it funny how your members go away

Desperadoes
Why don’t you come to your senses
Come down from your fences
Open the gate

It’s not a hard one
But if you can’t even spell your founder’s name right
You’re gonna be in the shite
You’d better let somebody love you
Goodbye Labour Party

H.A.R.D.Y.
H.A.R.D.Y.
H.A.R.D.Y.
Labour’s hardy

They are H, hilarious
They are A, atrocious
They are R, ridiculous
They are D, delirious
Y, oh Y
They are H, hamfisted
They are A, archaic
They are R, real riddies
They are D, deluded
Y, oh Y oh Y

H.A.R.D.Y. (spell it)
H.A.R.D.Y.
Keir says goodbye
Keir says goodbye

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