Sometimes it's quite Kafkaesque
How tabloids embrace the grotesque,
And they couldn't be keener
When some misdemeanour
Arrives on the Editor's desk.
And that's when the skeletons dance,
That's when the skeletons dance.
At the end of the day
They'll come out and play,
That's when the skeletons dance.
A Minister has to explore
A number of things he'll abhor,
But come to your senses –
p**n on expenses
Is not what expenses are for!
And that's when the skeletons dance,
That's when the skeletons dance.
At the end of the day
They'll come out and play,
That's when the skeletons dance.
In public, you seem so engrossed
In defending the downtrodden host;
But your son goes to Eton
And now you are beaten
All over from pillar to post!
And that's when the skeletons dance,
That's when the skeletons dance.
At the end of the day
They'll come out and play,
That's when the skeletons dance.
You're a Member of Parliament, yet
You're deserving of all you will get
The moment you bodge a
Quick pic of your todger
And post it all over the net!
Well, that's when the skeletons dance,
That's when the skeletons dance.
At the end of the day
They'll come out and play,
That's when the skeletons dance.
The moral here has to be that –
And repeat it and learn it off pat –
If you seek re-election
And have an erection,
You must keep it under your hat
And don't let the skeletons dance!
Don't let the skeletons dance!
At the end of the day
They'll come out and play,
So don't let the skeletons dance!
At the end of the day
They'll come out and play,
So don't let the skeletons dance!