We Three Leaders

All: We three leaders of Westminster are

Bearing grudges, we canvass afar

London, Chester, Leeds and Leicester

Then we’re on Andrew Marr.

Chorus: Oh, Marr on Sunday, not Newsnight 
Keep your questions nice and light.

Leftward leaning, overweening,
You give us an awful fright.

Solo One: My name is Johnson, Tory am I

I’d far rather appear on Sky

There Kay Burley treats me fairly

And I can give her the eye.

Oh, Marr on Sunday …

Solo Two: My name is Corbyn, rabidly Red

Russia Today is where I would head

On we’d rabbit, me and Abbott

Who’d remember what we said?

Oh, Marr on Sunday …

Solo Three: I am Swinson, Lib leader crowned

I’d prefer a spot on Newsround

Youngsters viewing would be booing

Then they’d turn down the sound.

Oh, Marr on Sunday …

While shepherds watched

While shepherds watched their flocks by night, 
With Brexit woes around
The man from Min of Ag came down
Advice he gave them sound.
‘Fear not,’ said he, for mighty dread 
Had put them ill at ease; 
‘Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
On EU subsidies.

‘No more will Brussels give you cash

To meet your farming bill

But Boris will stump up to reap

Your harvest of goodwill.’