Cock-up
They tried hard to emasculate
Those bastards tried again
To correct us with political
Aha! It was in vain
We stood erect, we noble folk
Rigid and firm we held
As slowly we took it in hand
And thus support then swelled
Back to the shadows spineless slid
By God they make me sick
Those that sneer, those twisted minds,
At my lovely Spotted Dick.