From one of the sock puppets at
Danny Baker's Internet Treehouse comes this. Pure genius.
And now, the end is near
And so I've faced my last election.
My friends, you've made it clear,
You've fecked me up, with your selection.
I've lived a life that's smug.
I've grinned like Turpin on a highway
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Lies, I've told a few
But then again, I won't be rueing.
I did what George told me to
And saw it through without the UN
We planned each bombing course
Each reckless step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I thought Gordon was a pile of poo
But through it all, when there were rows
I shut him up, and slapped his jowels.
I faced him down, and made him frown
And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
Sometimes for real, but mostly contrived.
And now, as votes subside,
I wonder how I got that landslide
To think I did all that
And may I say, in quite a sly way,
Ah yes, oh that was me
I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
In Peter's case, bum sex a lot
And Alastair, where is he now?
As he's fecked off, I'll take my bow
The record shows, my record blows
I did it my way.