This ain’t taking back control, this is genocide
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your Benny Hill pose and Worzel Gummidge clothes
Like a burst couch you was
Downing Street freak you was
Crawling to the party on your hands and knees
I’m sure you’re not protected from any fucking disease
You’ll get away with murder hiding behind the christmas tree
Slobber and slime you go, underneath the mistletoe
I’ll keep the police serene
(Will they come?)
They wouldn’t dare make a scene
(Will they come?)
They’re not coming along
Come out into the rose garden, baby
We’ll have a cautious snog
Young girl, they call us the Downing Street Dogs
Young girl, they call us the Downing Street Dogs
Keep your head down
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