Boris me and the BBC -Tara Turner sings Tudor by GM Jon

Boris me and the BBC Chase a monkey up a tree Life’s for living, life’s for fun Life’s a honey-coated bun Life’s for having drinks to sup Life’s for making stories up Here’s to Boris with a joke to tell you Here’s to Boris with a tale to sell you Face to the camera on Panorama Tells the one about the bent Banana Boris J, Boris J, likes to make a fuss Boris J, Boris J, with his bendy bus Says it’s what he thinks of, even in the voting Lobby And at night he paints them as his most relaxing hobby Baby J, Baby J, born with a silver spoon Waiting for his kingdom to be given to him soon His father sees a way (‘though he might be beaten’) Decides to send his son to Eton. After Eton, joins the Times Fired for Journalistic crimes. Undeterred and for a laugh Joins the Daily Telegraph All of this in Preparation For when he gets to rule the nation. The next step as was written down He takes charge of London Town Yes, his destiny was written as if a son following the footsteps of Dick Whittington Everybody knows his name for the way he ruled the Olympic Games Oh man, A zip wire, sure-fire flag waving exhibition Of everything to love about English tradition. Then following his London mayoral tricks It was time to enter politics Never losing sight of his ultimate goal He eventually scaled the greasy pole… But not for long… Then slithered down, but this time wireless Unseated by the Covid virus For attending an illegal meeting Trying to have his cake and Eton Boris me and the BBC Chase a monkey up a tree. Can you beat it, can you doubt it? Can you write a book about it?