Let’s hear it for these little men,

Let’s hear it for the pompous twits;

Let’s hear it for their backward views,

Their entourage of nasty shits.

 

Let’s join them turning back the clock

And pumping rubbish in the air;

Let's make sure their election day

Is anything but free and fair.

 

Give them the room to swagger on,

As they bash human rights and gays,

And strut around in built-up shoes,

To wave flags on the festive days.

 

Applaud their scruple deficit,

As critics rot behind cold bars;

We sometimes wish we could do this,

When we cower in unmarked cars.