For forty four years since I was a lad

I’ve voted for Labour just like my dad;

When Labour was Old and when Labour was New

We voted for Wilson and Callaghan’s crew

For Foot and for Blair and for Miliband too.

For while Labour was proud and once a broad church

It welcomed allcomers which made it so strong;

It’s now more exclusive and leftwards it’s lurched

I’m told I’m not wanted, that I don’t belong

By Jeremy’s acolytes’ militant throng.

I’m just a “Blairite” – a Tory that’s pink

“Fuck off to Teresa, you bastard” they think.

And though that is one thing that I couldn’t do

For certain with Labour my time is now through.

And so with reluctance and sadness and tears

The love affair ends after forty four years.