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All right and honorable gentlemen |
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And lady, too |
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Will kindly try to restrain themselves |
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In derring-do |
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As verbal hard graffiti flies |
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And echoes wall to wall |
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Our precious model of democracy |
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It's the house of commons brawl |
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One member from some dark mill town |
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Furious did cry |
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Spittle froth from folded chin |
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To dim the lie |
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Let's serve this brief and list the rush |
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Of who's allowed catcalls |
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Let's finish this right here and now |
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At the house of commons brawl |
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Kick, punch with the government |
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As with jackets off they fly heaven-bent |
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Scratch gouge with the other side |
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As the party firmly admit a fight |
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Another day in the lives of those |
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Who would guide us through |
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If all is prepped that we should |
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By their example do |
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But there again i think for less |
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For gyving to the wall |
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The wrong house but the right idea |
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To end the commons brawl |