Our name is Nostradamus
The end of world is nigh
Now Dyke's been called
All truth is bald
And lies will run awry
From here in Central Office
We'll monitor the clock
Our beady eyes
And paid-up spies
Predict he'll run amok
From midnight through to midnight
In suits or silk pyjamas
We'll count each slight
That riles the Right
Because we're Nostradamus
If we are suborned
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
If there's an error
WILLIAM IS THE KING OF TERROR
