Blur - Mr. Robinson's Quango lyrics
[Blur - Mr. Robinson's Quango lyrics]
Oh, Mr Robinson and his quango
Dirty dealer, expensive car
Runs the buses and the Evening Star
He got a hairpiece, oh, he got herpes
His private life is very discreet
A nicer man, no, you're never gonna meet
Yeah, he's the self-professed saviour of
The dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and
A Mason's ring
Oh, Mr Robinson and his quango
Drinks with generals and county wives
The family business is doing alright
They're doing tangos down in the quangos
Makes them tick, oh, he makes them tock
And if you don't fit, he put you in the dock
Just sit's in his leather chair
And twiddles his thumb
Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum
He ran into the toilets in the town hall
He got his biro out and he wrote on the wall
"I'm wearing black French knickers
Under my suit
I've got stockings and suspenders on
I'm feeling rather loose"
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy
Ooh, I'm the naughty, naughty boy said who?
He's the self-professed saviour of
The dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and
A Mason's ring
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty, naughty boy
(naughty boy)
Dirty dealer, expensive car
Runs the buses and the Evening Star
He got a hairpiece, oh, he got herpes
His private life is very discreet
A nicer man, no, you're never gonna meet
Yeah, he's the self-professed saviour of
The dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and
A Mason's ring
Oh, Mr Robinson and his quango
Drinks with generals and county wives
The family business is doing alright
They're doing tangos down in the quangos
Makes them tick, oh, he makes them tock
And if you don't fit, he put you in the dock
Just sit's in his leather chair
And twiddles his thumb
Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum
He ran into the toilets in the town hall
He got his biro out and he wrote on the wall
"I'm wearing black French knickers
Under my suit
I've got stockings and suspenders on
I'm feeling rather loose"
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy
Ooh, I'm the naughty, naughty boy said who?
He's the self-professed saviour of
The dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and
A Mason's ring
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy)
Ooh, I'm the naughty, naughty boy
(naughty boy)