Bravely bold Sir Boris
Rode forth from Westminster.
Not afraid to do or die,
Oh brave Sir Boris.
He was not at all afraid
To explain his nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Boris.
He was not in the least bit scared
To be rigorously quizzed.
Or to have his lies called out,
And his image broken.
To have his country split
And his party burned away,
And his manifesto mangled
Brave Sir Boris.
His Brexit done
And his ladies laid
And his liver lillied
And his belly yellow
And his nose grown long
And his pants on fire
And his Johnson…
“Don’t look at that photo of the boy sleeping on the coats, there’s dirty work afoot.”
Brave Sir Boris ran away.
Bravely ran away away.
He ran away from Sophy Ridge
He hid inside a great big fridge
He ran away from Andrew Neil
And wouldn’t defend Theresa’s deal
He wouldn’t go on Channel Four
Instead ice melted on the floor
Bravest of the brave, Sir Boris!