Out Of Her Shoe
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She had so many children she didn't know what to do
She gave them some shite from her old deranged head
Then went her own way, seeking glory instead.
This grey-haired old woman knew not when to quit
After Band Aid the first time, she learned not to knit
But turned her attention to being a pain
In the arse, in the face and again and again!
The yoyo keeps ranting, demanding our cash
With pompousness, crassness and fuck all panache
Her urge to demean us and shout is innate
Yet we're somehow supposed to believe she is great!
This shambolic woman who once had a shoe
Now puts in the boot before thinking it through
She's worth thirty million yet blackmails the poor
Into thinking they ought to be giving much more.
She's anti-establishment, hasn't a job
But treasures her knighthood and love the "Sir Bob"
She's simply a nuisance, and here's my complaint
She gets to be lauded as some fucking saint!
Her outspoken bollocks attacking Adele
Was disgusting, outrageous; the singer's done well
To keep at arms length the brigade singing crap
Conducted by Bob who deserves a good slap.
There was an old woman with little to do
Who had so much money but no bloody clue
Deciding she needed an African cause
She imposed her attention, her jowls and her jaws.
The media bowed and sucked up to her pleas
For some airtime to preach and to put on the sqeeze
The song is outdated, and simply not good
But Bob isn't bothered, that's well understood.
The limelight that beckoned her, out from her shoe
Has shown us quite clearly she's somebody who
Likes to take credit, be seen as so pure
And meanwhile, we all have a thought for Midge Ure.
Copyright TMWSC
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