(To the tune of Dean Martin’s That’s Amore)
There’s a knock at the door
Then a snort, a guffaw
– That’s a Tory
With a suit, blue rosette
And a snarl, you can bet
– That’s a Tory
When they hurt the disabled
Say they’re strong and they’re stable
– Some story!
When they tell you to blame the distressed and the lame
– That’s a Tory!
When their party is hailed
By the Times and the Mail
– That’s a Tory
When ‘Corbyn’ is said
They exclaim, ‘He’s a red!’
– That’s a Tory
When they can’t wait to tell them
‘You’re not bloody welcome
– Signore’
When they chortle with glee
At Britain’s drift out to sea
– That’s a Tory!
When they bring back the hunt
And our class bears the brunt
– That’s a Tory
When they kiss up the rich
Chuck the poor in a ditch
– That’s a Tory
If they canvass round here
Send them running in fear
– Make it gory
Remember at Eton
They enjoy being beaten
– That’s the Tories!
