Come here, my little Mikey
I’ve smoked my wacky baccy
Let’s have a line of cracky
When the vote comes in
Dance to the Tories, sing to the money
Dance to the Tories, to the money sing
You shall see a Rishi with no Sky on dishy
We shall have our wishy when the vote comes in
If you have a wishy
For the little Rishi
He will seem a little fishy
When the vote comes in
Dance to the Tories, sing to the money
Dance to the Tories, to the money sing
You shall see a Rishi with no Sky on dishy
We shall have our wishy when the vote comes in
Here’s the lady Mordaunt
Carrying her sword on
Might supersede the morons
When the vote comes in
Dance to the Tories, sing to the money
Dance to the Tories, to the money sing
You shall see a Rishi with no Sky on dishy
We have got our wishy now the vote’s come in
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