Here’s a tongue-in-cheek parody version of the convict folk classic, “Bound for Botany Bay” (which rose to prominence in the 1880s), adapted to celebrate the cowardly departure from Parliament of disgraced former PM Boris Johnson, who resigned yesterday to avoid having to publicly face the censure of the Privileges Committee or fight a by-election in his constituency of Uxbridge and Ruislip. Details of the news story here: [ Ссылка ].

_________________________

If you like what we do for a laugh, then you can show your appreciation by following us on Spotify here: [ Ссылка ].

And pre-ordering our NEW SINGLE out next Friday for Refugee Week called “See Your Face Again” here: [ Ссылка ]

_________________________

Thanks as ever to the people who support our musical antics through Patreon (where you can see extras like out-takes and podcasts): [ Ссылка ]

Do join us there, or just leave a tip at our tip jar at: [ Ссылка ]

_________________________

LYRICS:

Farewell to old Johnson forever
Farewell to his bunkum as well
Farewell to his well-known defaming
As he cuts and he runs and he sells

Singing you will lie, you will lie readily
Singing you will lie, every which way
Singing you will lie, you will lie grubbily
But you’ll not be an MP today

There's the taxes we paid for your slander,
There's the Trumpian tantrum you threw
There's the worst honours list ever conjured
After what you put all of us through

T’aint leaving old Uxbridge we cares about,
T’aint cos he concealed what he knew
But because he’s maligning our Parliament
Cincinnatus? More like Scooby Doo.

Singing you will lie, you will lie readily
Singing you will lie, every which way
Singing you will lie, you will lie grubbily
But you’ll not be an MP today

His oven-done Brexit’s on fire
His comeback by Sunak destroyed
Boris Johnson is not the Messiah
He’s a naughty rich Eton Old Boy

Oh, fat bingo wings that like Icarus
Have soared for so long and so high
Like the promises written upon a bus
Eventually can’t really fly

Now look out you Tory conspirators
Take warning from what we’ve to say
Your Bojo’s no more than a busted flush
So just flush the busted away

Singing you will lie, you will lie readily
Singing you will lie, every which way
Singing you will lie, you will lie grubbily
But you’ll not be an MP today

свернуть