The below is a work in progress, it’s bits and pieces I made up while on holiday:
Hey hey hello
Welcome to the show
I want you to know
Some more about me
This shit, I did not plan it
This skill, you wish you had it
Brain the size of a planet
Mind so wide you couldn’t span it
Brawn, I have not much,
however I’ve still more than Munch,
So you can’t beat me to the punch,
I do have a sizable paunch,
What can I say, I like to munch.
I say brains over
Listen to this verse,
or you’ll end up in a hearse,
heed my warning, when you’re roaming, in the gloaming, you can’t be knowing,
when a creep comes crawling, he’ll be informing, he’ll be probing, about your political past,
what colour, what caste; then he’ll wax vast, selling sutures, educational futures, putrid papers.
Listen not to this man, telling you his plan. He’s the devil in disguise, Satan’s behind his eyes,
telling you lies, his eye’s on the prize, which is your demise. He’ll cut petrol prices, which seems like good news, but there’s danger in his views, making you all fools. Watch out for this man, don’t let him sell his plan, with his watering can. Petrol will go down, but it’s your grandkids that’ll drown, in the promises of a clown, made under false pretenses, an act indecent, without precedent. Gotta laser beam it, cut through his words of credence, see through his political ties.
Chorus:
You can see him perspiring, his eyes always prying, implying, denying, never inspiring, his plans backfiring.
He wants not dreams but not the gleam of poker machines.
… his paper vows, so get the paper towels and let’s cut this pretense of his defence, get off the fence!
