Golden Brown

Concerning the Dear Leader:

Gordon Brown minister's son
Blow me down with my cash he runs
Thief in the night
No chance to fight
Your last half crown's for Gordon Brown

Every time just like the last
On his ship tied to the mast
Taxable bands

Takes with both hands
Permanent frown from Gordon Brown

Golden Brown Scottish big mouth
Through the decades he's headed South
Old folk to flay
Taxes to pay
Permanent frown from Gordon Brown

Permanent frown with Gordon Brown