Nigel Farage
You can tell he
Loves the telly
For his chance to smarm
He would give an arm
And a leg;
Aimed to prove he
Was a smoothie
On our TV set
As he got the better
Of Nick Clegg;
Charming and urbane in his soft sell,
Weaving with his words his subtle spell
(What’s that smell?)
Nutty as a cake with fruit
But can’t wait to put in the boot
Nigel Farage, Black Shirt in a suit.
Wants a country that is white
Champion of the Barmy Right
Nigel Farage, Black Shirt in a suit.
Says they’re all sat on the dole
The Black, the Paki and the Pole
Nigel Farage, Black Shirt in a suit.
The slimy scrote
He claims your vote
Just like the National Front
Like Powell
He’s foul
Di-di-di-di-di-di-di
(couldn’t think of a rhyme)
Says it’s time that we were through
With Merkel and Hollande’s EU
Nigel Farage, Black Shirt in a suit.
Says it’s time that we should leave
Wants a Britain where he’s Chief
Nigel Farage, Black Shirt in a suit.
He’ll be “Chief” but understand
Just in Bongo Bongo Land
Nigel Farage, Black Shirt in a suit.
M.C. Newberry
Sat 12th Apr 2014 16:22
JC - I see elsewhere that an Essex poet called John
Cooper Clarke (how's that for coincidence in nomenclature?!) says that Farage is the only
politician whose language he remotely understands.
Perhaps the man on the Clapham omnibus is about to
make way for the man from the City exchange?!