Lesley Quayle

Shit ‘Creeque Alley’
(with apologies to the Mammas and Pappas)

Johnson and Farage, tried to sell a mirage
How to leave the EU behind,
Dave and Osborne, looking kind of forlorn
Trying to hook us back on the line,
In their ivory towers the elite,
Sneering at the woman and the man in the street
Corbyn don’t inspire, his belly’s got no fire
In Islington, you know where that’s at,
And everyone’s getting fat, except the working mass.