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A Tale Of A Cock And A Bull

Oh Mr Hestletine I've made up my mind, it was over the Westlands affair that you resigned. Reconcile this with Waugh's 'Scoop', throw in a bit of pomp and circumstance and that will do nicely thank you.

Well good morning Britton
What am I going to do to you today
Shall I smile or shall I frown
Will I be radiant magnanimous and politic
Or shall I shoot the opposition down

I could be the Empress of this lonely isle of England
When I smile you wouldn't know which way to turn
For British soil and British laws
And the British passport's holy wars
Men may bleed and men may burn

And she parks her little Black Italian car upon the pavement
Bring to me my musket fife and drum
When theirs dice to throw and coins to toss
And heads to roll and swords to cross
Then somedays something special this way comes

In little England
And the boardrooms where the gentlemen tell lies
I stand a lone integrity
Mister Lord Protector bow your head in grim acknowledgement
I can't believe its happening to me

Not all the Lions and the Unicorns together
Nor the Duke of York can stem the flow
When my Ministers and ADCs
Would rather take redundancy
Than stand into the wind and take their blows

And she parks her little Black Italian car upon the pavement
Learned council kindly intercede
In my thirty years at temple bar
I ought to know what morals are
And ignorance is not the case to plead

But it's time she says to stop the masquerade
Don't let it rain on my parade
While the flags are out and the strategies are laid
And the tickets bought and the reservations made
I'm going away
And I'm leaving you behind
To face my legacy
It's all a tale of a cock and a bull

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