If you’re Andrew Bridgen and you have to defend
Jacob Rees Mogg and your other thick friends
You are all of you fighting over one brain cell
If there is any justice, then you’ll all burn in hell

Don’t you think
Don’t you feel
Can’t you tell what is real
Can’t you tell what is real

Who educated you?
Thick as mince and glaikit too
James Cleverly, heavily vacant
Every tory new policy
Is constant apology
I swear
Their mummies all told them they’re clever

They were better together
Now they’re falling apart
They haven’t a clue, or a brain, or a heart
Arses to arses
Cunts to cunts
An empty chair gives the best performance

Don’t you think
Don’t you feel
Can’t you tell what is real
Can’t you tell what is real

Who educated you?
Thick as mince and glaikit too
James Cleverly, heavily vacant
Every tory – common sense free
Apology, apology
I swear
Their mummies all told them they’re clever