I tell myself I've had enough

I'm feeling down I'm feeling rough;

I'll give up fags; I'll give up beer

I'll maybe start a new career.

But then I see he's on the news

That's when I start to lift these blues

He'll look so sharp, so clean, so neat

There's no way that I can compete.

 

Let it please be him

Oh Dear God, it must be Kim

It must be Kim Oh please appear.

From North Korea

 

His haircut's like a pudding bowl

I make it there and then my goal

I'd wear my hairstyle with aplomb

I'm sure it would go down a bomb.

All his subjects look the same

They all revere his hallowed name

It's my Friendly Father look

And cats and dogs I'll learn to cook.

 

Let it please be him

Oh Dear God, it must be Kim

It must be Kim it's Kim Jong-Un

The Sacred One.

 

I know your country's quite austere

But when you conquer South Korea

That's when you'll start to reconcile

Those peacocks with your fashion style.

Then fashion gurus will take pride

In hairstyles that's short back and sides

But with a basin on the top

They'll all be queueing for the chop.

 

Let it please be him

Oh Dear God, it must be Kim

It must be Kim it's Kim Jong-Un

The Sacred One.