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.’
