In name of Father, Son and Holy Joe,
Stand up! Sit down! Do as you're told you fool...

Big Issue!
Help the homeless, Sir...

Remember?
When we squashed up together in your favourite...

Stan's a man in uniform,
a man with real power...

Red carpet's down in Tinsel Town
with camera flash and glitz...

O Come all ye faithful, it's the time of year
To spread good will and Christmas cheer...

Down in the den that they call Number ten
lives a Maybot who's feeling quite cross...

She's hanging by her fingernails,
she's hanging by a thread...

You know me, I'm a rhyming ranter,
full of cynicism and satirical banter...

This is the tyranny.
This is the fear...

A flicker of hope from the depths of despair,
A whispering voice finally being heard...

You're the salt and I'm the pepper,
I'm the ying and you're the yang...