This little ditty is sung to the tune of Henry Kissinger by Monty Python. I hope they don't sue me for hacking their lyrics.
Do try to stay in key.
a one a two ...
Dear Mr. PremierPlease recommend this post
We won't be missing yer
You're not the Leader in our dreams
Your too much to bear with your Boozy stare
And your Machiavellian schemes
I know they say that you are very vain
And short and fat and pushy at least you're not insane
we won't be missing yer
Just wishing you were gone
they're all dismissing yer
Looks like yer out on the street
With your cowboy clothes and your red light nose
You're like a mayor from beecee
All right so people say that you don't care
but the gays know where they stand
and the poor don't have a prayer.
Get out the fishin gear
We're happy you are done.