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What A Mess
(Original song: Be Our Guest from the musical "Beauty And The Beast")
What a mess, what a mess
I have fucked up more or less
Every time I sent our troops in overseas
From Afghan to Iraq
There’s no thank yous just the flack
Why’s everybody got it in for me
Too much stress from when Tess
With her husband’s mortgage mess
It’s enough to try the patience of this saint
With two Jags and his shags
Playing croquet with his slags
What a mess, what a mess, what a mess
I’m not fake, on the make
And Cherie says “just eat cake”
She’s now off on another money tour
They say that she’s elusive
But the press is too intrusive
It’s like they really want to see us poor
All the sleaze, how they tease
How they taunt and point at me
Suggesting somehow that I do not care
They say I’m out of touch
But three mill’s not too much
For the townhouse that I bought in Connaught Square
What a test for the rest
Who gave cash and all were blessed
With Knighthoods and their gongs and OBE’s
But soon I’m leaving town
Lord Levy’s going down
What a mess, what a mess, what a mess
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