Tory MPs sing:
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
It was a big loss, no need for sympathy
Because we're easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Tory MPs sing:
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro, magnifico
Rishi sings:
But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
Tory MPs sing:
He's just a rich boy who can't lead capably
Spare him his life from our monstrosity
Rishi sings:
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
Ooh
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
My career's in tatters, anyone can see
My career's in tatters
Nothing really matters to me
All sing:
Nothing really matters, the electorate can see
Nothing really matters
Except loads of money
(with apologies to Freddie Mercury)
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