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Cat's Out The Bag
(Original song: Cats In The Cradle by Harry Chapin)
Gordon arrived just the other day
And came to the job in a curious way
Because he sulked and said there’d be hell to pay
Nobody dared to stand in his way
Brown called himself PM but he didn’t have the flair
And he’s turned out worse than Blair
Yes he’s turned out worse than Blair
Now the cats out the bag and it’s all gone wrong
The truth is out though it’s still been spun
When you gonna quit Brown, you don’t say when
You still keep clinging on Gord, you still keep clinging on
Northern Rock crashed the other day
There was a run on the bank in the usual way
There were angry scenes as people formed a queue
We looked around but we couldn’t find you
Brown calls himself PM but he doesn’t have the flair
And he’s turned out worse than Blair
Yes he’s turned out worse than Blair
Now the cats out the bag and it’s all gone wrong
The truth is out though it’s still been spun
When you gonna quit Brown, you don’t say when
You still keep clinging on Gord, you still keep clinging on
Brown signed a treaty just the other day
He turned up late and signed our rights away
He sweated and schemed with a nervous smile
Looking like a paedo than a Eurofile
Brown calls himself PM but he doesn’t have the flair
And he’s turned out worse than Blair
Now the cats out the bag and it’s all gone wrong
The truth is out though it’s still been spun
When you gonna quit Brown, you don’t say when
You still keep clinging on Gord, you still keep clinging on
Some cds went missing just the other day
A few million names just went astray
He called up Blair asking what to do
And Blair said “I’d love to Gord but I can’t help you
You see my new job’s a smash and I’m raking in the cash
But I’m glad that I’m not you, Gord
I’m sure glad that I’m not you
And as Blair hung up the phone it occurred to him
That Brown didn’t have a clue
Yes Brown didn’t have a clue
Now the cats out the bag and it’s all gone wrong
The truth is out though it’s still been spun
When you gonna quit Brown, you don’t say when
You still keep clinging on Gord, you still keep clinging on
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