With David Cameron and George Osborne now resigned as MPs it was necessary once again to revise the verses.
Bullingdon Buddies Revisited 2018
Old pals – a fraternity
Pals- Tory trinity
Cocks of the walk, talking the talk
Living on guff and hot air
We’re Dave, George and Boris and we’re seldom seen down the pub
Our schools were the tops and we all went to Ox-
Ford and all joined a “gentleman’s” club!
We’re Bullingdon Buddies
As blue as the blood is
That courses through all of our veins
We’re all well-connected well-bred and selected
For breeding’s much better than brains
We’ve all won life’s lottery
Top of the Tory tree
Taken together a nice little coterie
Dave, George, and Boris of course
The closest of comrades are we
We’re the toffs you can trust
We’re the true upper-crust
Yes the Bullingdon Buddies are we
My name’s David Cam’ron I used to be PM
But now I just sit in my shed
I sit and I sigh
At how life passed me by
And then write up my memoirs instead
How did it all go so wrong?
Goodbye, LORD Cameron
My Cosy Fan Toot has turned into Gotterdamm’rung
I’m Dave, Dave, they said I was brave
The nation’s whole future to gamble
Now the people have spoke
And the UK is broke
And I’ve left you the whole Brexit shambles
My name’s Georgie Osborne
The fellow that was born
To fix all that Socialist disease
My austerity polices Screwed loc’l authorities
Brought th’ N. H. S. to its knees
May showed me the door
Now I’m Chanc’llor no more
Still, my six other jobs keep the wolf from the door
Yes I’m George, George
No longer in charge
Of Britain’s dynamic economy
With my editor’s hat on
I still ensure that on
The Front Page it’s still George Osbornery
Oh crikey Oh lor’ Well you all know old Bor—
–is The last of the Bullingdon men
If Gove that wee oik
Hadn’t daggered my back
Then old Boris might now be PM
Now I lead the For’gn Office
Insult those foreign johnnies
“F…Off.. ice” I cry when I’m asked what my job is
I’m Boris – Bojo, the one with the Mojo
The last of the Bullingdon mob
When May gets her pasting I’ll be ready and waiting..
Let’s face it, it’s me or Rees-Mogg
We’re Bullingdon Buddies
As blue as the blood is
That courses through all of our veins
We’re all well-connected well-bred and selected
For breeding’s much better than brains
We’ve all won life’s lottery
Top of the Tory tree
Taken together a nice little coterie
Dave, George, and Boris of course
The closest of comrades are we
We’re the toffs you can trust
We’re the true upper-crust
Yes the Bullingdon Buddies are we
© Les Morss