 Okay. On a warm summer's evening, In a party going nowhere, Bill met Keith a gambler, Sleeped and sleep, When Bill saw the bat dance, Wandering days were over, He and John got together And put the doc to sleep. He said, Bill, I've made a life Out of gambling people's money Not caring where it came from Or who would lose their job? So if you make me leader, I promise to be funny And I'll be ready every day To flip and flop You've got to know not to trust him Not to believe him Know what he tells you Won't be the truth We can't let him run the country Cos he's just not able You need more than a cheeky smile To rule the roost Now little John Boy knows That the secret to surviving Is not telling anyone What he rarely thinks So he'll just say whatever Murray's written for him But when you're swallowing He did rest You begin to stink And sitting in the darkness Of his coming out mansion John asked the question Can I get away with it? Cos if you've not no policy And if you've got no vision People soon enough Without that you're full of You've got to know not to trust him Not to believe him Know what he tells you Won't be the truth We can't let him run the country Cos he's just not able You need more than a cheeky smile To rule the roost