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Bohemian Rish-sody

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

Facing a landslide, no escape from reality

Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see

I'm just a To - ry, I’ll get no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go, rose too high, falling low

Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Tories, I screwed it up

I put a gun against your head

I called election, now you’re dead

Tories, my term had just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

Tories, ooh-ooh, looks like you’re gonna fry

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

Vote me out, vote me out, the country is in tatters

Too late, the polls have come

Send shivers down my spine, MPs lying all the time

Goodbye, everybody, I'm going to go

Gotta leave you all behind to emigrate

Tories, ooh-ooh (any way the cash goes)

I’m not gonna die

But I sometimes wish I never had stood at all

I see a little spineless tosser of a man

Roland Rat, Roland Rat, will you do us all a favour?

Arguing and fighting, very, very frightening me

(Nigel Farage) Boris Johnson, (Nigel Farage) Boris Johnson

They’re the ones to blame - and bloody Go-o-o-o-ove

I'm just a rich boy, nobody loves me

He's just a bell-end from a rich family

Spare his rich wife from this monstrous defeat

Easy con, track and trace, money in a sack

Michelle Mone

No, she will not give it back (give it back)

Michelle Mone

No, she will not give it back (give it back)

Michelle Mone

No, she will not give it back (give it back)

She will not give it back (give it back)

She will not give it back (give it back)

She will not give it back (give it back)

Never, never, never, got a boat to fund

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh, Maggie Thatcher, Maggie Thatcher

Maggie Thatcher, let me go

Americans have a job put aside for me, for me, for me

So you think you can dump me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can hate me and leave me to die?

Oh, Tories, can't do this to me, Tories

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Nothing really matters, except my money

Nothing else matters

Nothing else matters to me

Any way the wind blows, he'll go

H/T Sinnick for lyric suggestions

Image: Sinnick & Modelmaker

With apologies to Mick Rock, Photographer and the estate of Freddy Mercury, Songwriter.

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