Everybody seems to be writing songs about, Mayoral Candidate, Boris Badger.
This is an odd one though - the more I have heard this song, supposedly a Paean to Boris penned by a love-stricken Badger, the more I detect the hand of Hitmouse.
When I see those ruddy red cheeks
Blonde floppy hair
My knees go weak
An old Liarian who’s down with the streets
I think your jolly nice
When they said you were running for Mayor
I felt it pertinent to declare
That dwarf lover Ken does not compare
I love your hair
I think I fancy Boris
You mumble when you debate
But its 2008
Who needs a competent candidate?
You think that dwarfs are too short
But you’re a really nice bloke
Badgertown needs you
I think I fancy Boris
You mumble when you debate
But its 2008
Who needs a competent candidate?
You’ll get tough on the Badfort Crowd
Drag the dwarfs into line
Better looking than Ken
I think I fancy Boris
May the first is your date
And you think snuffling for mushrooms is really great
Ban bendy buses and focus on beating the Badfort Crowd
Think Badgertown, be mine
Noble, brave, there is no doubt
That the goat will soon be out
I think I fancy Boris
You mumble when you debate
But its 2008
Who needs a competent candidate?
You edited Badger News
Got dissed by Beaver Hateman
It is never too soon
To elect a buffoon
Boris you make me swoon
I think I fancy Boris
You mumble when you debate
But its 2008
Who needs a competent candidate?
Meanwhile, I have had to bail out the King of the Badgers, again, over that Badgertown Rock farrago.
I have made it quite clear that I will be most unhappy if Noddy Ninety is not the next Mayor of Badgertown.
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