(An original stolen from me by Al Jolson)
They made for you the famous quote.
“He’s as bent as a nine-bob note”.
You’re no longer whiter than that Gandhi.
First, Big Sam
Was on the look-out for a quick bung
Now Big Sam
Is sorry that he’s ended up stung
You flew a thousand miles
To make a quick pile
You didn’t know when you’re well off
But couldn’t wait to get to the trough.
To get your clammy handies round the candy.
Why you did the things you did
When your muzzle’s
Snouting in three million quid.
So take your grubby fame
And get out the game