(Sometimes you try to write and nothing comes. Sometimes the Gods of Parody drop one in your lap)

 

Treeza chancin’                her luck at the scene

Treeza hopin’                    to recapture her dream

Lead the Party                   restore some control

Then some pillock            says Treez on the dole.

 

A Party gate-crasher with her P45

A Party gate-crasher with her P45

A Party gate-crasher with her P45

A Party gate-crasher with her P45

 

An’ he’s claimin’               she’s for the sack

It was Boris                        stabbed her in the back

Boris sharp’nin’                 several knives

Now he’s sent her            her P45

 

Boris has sent her             her P45

Boris has sent her             her P45

Boris has sent her             her P45

Boris has sent her             her P45

 

Everybody knows that Boris is a pillock

Everybody knows he’s a pillock

Everybody knows that Boris is a pillock

Everybody knows he’s a pillock

 

Now more farce in           the Conference Hall

Effin’ letters                       fallin’ off effin’ walls

Treeza wheezes                got nervous cough

Boris thinkin’                     “She’ll soon bugger off”

 

Boris has sent her             her P45

Boris has sent her             her P45

Boris has sent her             her P45

Boris has sent her             her P45