Are you looking at Jim Murphy’s hair?
It has changed from mousey to white
Remember studying for nine years and failing
As Paul Calf would say, What a bag o shite
Tell him to wear an old Scotland strip
(And to run over the wonky bridge)
Erse in parsley, creepy and lying
(Faking crowds at his rallies and bellowing bile)
Remember Dewar, Mcleish and McConnell
(Wendy, Iain, Jolo)
They once towed the old party line
(And made New Labour New Tory-lite)
Tell him to stand on crates of Irn Bru
(On a busy street, megaphone optional)
Erse in parsley, creepy and lying
(Watch his eyes pop and veins bulge all the while)
Between the pointing and all the shouting
(Shouty shouty shout shout)
Tony Blair his true love sublime
Are you looking at Jim Murphy’s hair?
It has changed from mousey to white
Remember him when he is forgotten
As that guy who just blethered shite
