Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or tell the BBC
Complaints, 100,000
Complaints, the bosses cower
Everything has gone all sombre, BBC4 on no longer
Just give it back, no questions asked
And nothing in the world is worth it
BBC go OTT and wonder why we yell
Complaints, they’re missing their Masterchef
Complaints, Eastenders bereft
How they chatter, how they bore us
An obsequious bootlicking chorus
Just rein it in, give it a rest
The coverage was quite obscene
Even if you feel sorry for the queen
A 99 year old man dies
A nation grieves, well that’s just lies
Just rein it in, give it a rest
Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or sell it off to Sparks
Complaints, there’s too many hours
Complaints, there’s too many flowers
When they own the BBC, there’ll be some changes you will see
Take it away, no more complaints
Too much Osman, too much Xander
Let’s have some more propoganda
Let Sparks do what they desire
Set the state broadcaster on fire
Take it away, what do you say?
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