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.