what will they do without me
in this climate of mattering
when a knee invited pandemonium
and the Alaskan cannot hide in snow blindness
at least down the old Kent Road the Reddies are jiving
reasons to be happy as we vent or frustrations in the twist
but woe betide for our street puppets are decamping in clarity
wised up to the unsavory underbellies of the rigmaroles of lefties
known liars campaigning for the rights to steal and call such revolt
give us falseness and hate to cover our shame
let our underworld connections do the contract
call out the Ungland Defence League in guises
all in covert operation we went for take down
and pulled out all the stops
but never has this happened before
all the mud in the armoury
all the damaged sadists
could not bring me down
so come out one and all
what will they all
do without me