Boris the Fridge-Hider

In honour of our Prime Minister's latest exploit (avoiding the press by shutting himself in a fridge) I've composed a little song, sung to a well-known tune by The Who. Do feel free to share and sing along...

Look who's scurrying across the floor
Blond and hairy, has no balls
In the polls he was ahead
Now he's hanging by a thread

Boris the fridge-hider
Boris the fridge-hider

He can tell nothing but lies
Has no issue with Russian bribes
Reporters cause him indigestion
(They might ask him some hard questions)

Boris the fridge-hider
Boris the fridge-hider

Creepy Tory, Creepy Tory,
Creepy Creepy Tory Tory Creepy Creepy Tory Tory
Creepy Creepy Tory Tory Creepy Creepy Tory Tory

Screws anything that's in a skirt
(And anyone who trusts his word)
Bellowing: "Get Brexit Done!"
Then hides away 'mid the gammon

Boris the fridge-hider
Boris the fridge-hider

But tomorrow is Election Day
So give a Christmas gift to the whole UK
Kick him out of Number 10
And bring the Tories' reign to a sticky end

Boris the fridge-hider
Boris the fridge-hider

SHARE AND SING ALONG!