Oh Mandy boy, the polls, the polls are falling
From seat to seat, and down the toilet pan
The honeymoon's gone by, the party's stalling
'Tis you, 'tis you must leave, fast as you can.
And hurry back for Millbank's in a muddle
We need to rally troops, we need a pro
'Tis you they fear for spinshine and for spuddle
Oh Mandy boy, oh Mandy boy, we love you so.
And when you come, to find the new babes crying
And Ken in bed, where Frank should frankly be
You'll come and mend the mess in which I'm lying
And kneel and think a slogan up for me.
And I shall cheer, though hard you'll tread upon me
And ev'ry speech shall smooth and soothing be
For you'll not fail once you have fed upon me
I won't be in one piece until you set me free.
I won't be in one piece until you set me free.
