Poor Old Mr C., by Darren Oxton Subscribe to rss feed for Darren Oxton

Oh deary me poor Campbell,
You clearly are upset,
The cost of such a gamble,
You silly Blairite get,

Those dodgy tears won't fool 'em,
Your acting ain't that good,
No longer shacked in Number Ten,
Where close to 'Tone' you stood,

Good old Andy Pandy,
You grill the bastard well,
A phoney Labour pansy,
Put old Al' through hell,

Make him squirm and sweat,
Those clocks he can't turn back,
The deaths those poor lads met,
In dusty old Iraq,

Poor old Mr C,
Turn those fake taps off,
Go hide some place and be,
You porno writing toff.
Posted: 2010-02-12 10:49:05 UTC

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