Friday, 8 July 2016

To the tune of Eleanor Rigby



Oliver Letwin

Ah, look at all the lonely voters
Ah, look at all the lonely voters

Oliver Letwin sits in the chair in room where a meeting has been
Lives in a dream
Waits for an answer, wearing the face that he stole from a child by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely voters
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely voters
Where do they all belong?

Andrea Leadsom promising sunshine and God and a life without fear
No one comes near
Look at her flirting, teasing the Tories at home as they blue rinse their hair
What does she care?

All the lonely voters
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely voters
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely voters
Ah, look at all the lonely voters

Our referendum gave us the chance to decide and to allocate blame
Nobody came
All of the experts wiping the dirt from their hands as they walk from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely voters (Ah, look at all the lonely voters)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely voters (Ah, look at all the lonely voters)
Where do they all belong?


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