Hounding The Baskerville

A song about @baskers and the Daily Mail.

It’s got to be quite ghastly waking up one day,
To find the Daily Mail has had its wicked way,
And you’ve come to the attention of the lovely Mr Quentin Letts.

Civil Servant Tweeting that she likes a drink,
Occasionally has hangovers, and sometimes thinks,
The Civil Service isn’t fairly represented in the press.

And then along he comes,
To prove she’s right with that last one,

Stop hounding our Baskerville,
Your making all of us feel quite ill,
There’s more dignity in her little finger,
than you could comprehend.

Leave our Baskers alone,
She don’t need journos outside her home,
If you’ve got nothing better to write about,
Please step away from the pen.

You know we’re not in Purdah don’t you, Quentin, mate?
Political opinion’s allowed these days,
We’re allowed to think our lords and masters really haven’t got a clue.

You think the Public Sector’s fair game for the Mail to bash,
And thoughts of Civil Servants bring you out in a rash,
But you know us wretched Civil Servants really are just people too.

But finally you’ll get your way,
When the Condems flush us down the drain,

Stop hounding our Baskerville,
Stop your smearing in the Daily Mail,
Trying to make a scandal,
Even though there is nothing to hide.

Leave our Baskers alone,
Even though being whinged at in the Daily Moan,
Won’t bring her down ‘coz decent people
See it as a badge of pride.

And I know that this will come as quite a shock,
But we’re all behind Baskers because Baskers rocks.

Stop hounding our Baskerville,
Your making all of us feel quite ill,
There’s more dignity in her little finger,
than you could comprehend.

Leave our Baskers alone,
She don’t need journos outside her home,
If you’ve got nothing better to write about,
Please step away from the pen.

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Saturday, November 13th, 2010 Musical Bits

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